[ sweet flapjack... ljh just gives him a brief look and nods. ]
Who was she?
When you were her... you looked down at yourself and cried.
[ he looks down at hunter wringing his hands and then down at himself, with his own hand flexing out of what? nerves? anxiety? he hasn't felt this way in so long, like when lu bixing's little brats flung themselves into deep space on a stolen mech. somehow this feels worse.
with one hand, he just... ruffles his hair. softly. belatedly maybe, now that he knows it was hunter... ]
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Who was she?
When you were her... you looked down at yourself and cried.
[ he looks down at hunter wringing his hands and then down at himself, with his own hand flexing out of what? nerves? anxiety? he hasn't felt this way in so long, like when lu bixing's little brats flung themselves into deep space on a stolen mech. somehow this feels worse.
with one hand, he just... ruffles his hair. softly. belatedly maybe, now that he knows it was hunter... ]