[ At some point, Sevika's convinced enough that he does know what he's doing that she can settle on watching him directly instead of the arm. She can't figure it out. Who taught this kid to be like this? She's used to her fair share of youngsters being capable, but it's out of necessity, and nothing about him tells her he's been through that kind of hardship.
So what is it? And why the costumes? Is it a family thing where they're all weirdos who excel at everything? Could be she needs to see if that... what was it? Nightwing? That guy is the same.
She isn't sure that won't just give her more questions, though. ]
Now, there's a sentiment I don't hear often.
[ It reminds her of Vander, if only briefly, but while that tarnishes the thought, it doesn't repel her from it. However, it does spur her to fish a cigarette from a pocket as a distraction, followed by that gaudy gold lighter of hers. ]
Fine. I'm interested in seeing if you're all talk, anyway.
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So what is it? And why the costumes? Is it a family thing where they're all weirdos who excel at everything? Could be she needs to see if that... what was it? Nightwing? That guy is the same.
She isn't sure that won't just give her more questions, though. ]
Now, there's a sentiment I don't hear often.
[ It reminds her of Vander, if only briefly, but while that tarnishes the thought, it doesn't repel her from it. However, it does spur her to fish a cigarette from a pocket as a distraction, followed by that gaudy gold lighter of hers. ]
Fine. I'm interested in seeing if you're all talk, anyway.