[all at once: he's tired. such occurrences increased over the last eighty-plus hours. hot to cold, awake to exhausted, antsy to still. a frown makes its way onto his face, hands dropping to curl into the bottoms of the combat uniform's side pouches. shoulders droop in time, head angling downward as seconds tick back, thoughts running into why haven't you got that fixed, backpedaling into what was it about, ultimately leaving him with nothing to act upon.]
[the ball. three steps forward, stoops to grab it. ends up crouching on the toes of his feet, volleyball raised for seemingly close inspection.]
Like that, they're gonna mend funny. [in the same voice, a little less dusty. another sniff.] Then your fingers're going to be even lumpier than they already are, and the door's gonna know it won.
[the man's movements didn't sit right with him. even in his worst anger-- especially in his worst anger- Nic's fluidity, the assurance of power in every muscle, had been points of admiration. enforced, prolonged pain when they could be called to action at any moment... even beyond duty: self-enforced pain. absurd. unsettling.]
[he would've immediately written it off as another thing he couldn't understand, but. maybe it was time to chip away at that.]
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[all at once: he's tired. such occurrences increased over the last eighty-plus hours. hot to cold, awake to exhausted, antsy to still. a frown makes its way onto his face, hands dropping to curl into the bottoms of the combat uniform's side pouches. shoulders droop in time, head angling downward as seconds tick back, thoughts running into why haven't you got that fixed, backpedaling into what was it about, ultimately leaving him with nothing to act upon.]
[the ball. three steps forward, stoops to grab it. ends up crouching on the toes of his feet, volleyball raised for seemingly close inspection.]
Like that, they're gonna mend funny. [in the same voice, a little less dusty. another sniff.] Then your fingers're going to be even lumpier than they already are, and the door's gonna know it won.
[the man's movements didn't sit right with him. even in his worst anger-- especially in his worst anger- Nic's fluidity, the assurance of power in every muscle, had been points of admiration. enforced, prolonged pain when they could be called to action at any moment... even beyond duty: self-enforced pain. absurd. unsettling.]
[he would've immediately written it off as another thing he couldn't understand, but. maybe it was time to chip away at that.]
[(it seemed important enough.)]