[on the opening, in he tucked himself: a learner by doing, a creature of scant book smarts, it was a wonder what touch managed to communicate. something far stronger than words, to be sure: safety, ease, friendliness.]
[the small body against Noh-Varr's side tensed taut as a strung bowstring the second Hibari passed the other's lips.]
[two steps forward, five back.]
[after a terse, silent second -]
Why were you in competition with Garrus, anyway?
[voice a touch flatter, but it's with obvious effort to continue forward.]
no subject
[the small body against Noh-Varr's side tensed taut as a strung bowstring the second Hibari passed the other's lips.]
[two steps forward, five back.]
[after a terse, silent second -]
Why were you in competition with Garrus, anyway?
[voice a touch flatter, but it's with obvious effort to continue forward.]