( He doesn't startle at the voice, unexpected as it might be. It still pulls him from his focus, and he half-turns to study her for a few fleeting, flickering seconds. Assessing.
Whatever he finds, he keeps behind a mild and muted mask. )
I had sisters, growing up.
( He says finally, turning his eyes back down to the mess of knotted rope he's untangling. One particularly stubborn knot won't come undone, so he just yanks with a metal arm and snaps that piece away entirely. Doesn't seem like it took much effort. One of the kids shyly walks up and holds her hands out. He hands it over obediently, and she runs off to take it to the pile. )
Feels like a hundred years ago, but... guess it's hard to shake some habits.
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Whatever he finds, he keeps behind a mild and muted mask. )
I had sisters, growing up.
( He says finally, turning his eyes back down to the mess of knotted rope he's untangling. One particularly stubborn knot won't come undone, so he just yanks with a metal arm and snaps that piece away entirely. Doesn't seem like it took much effort. One of the kids shyly walks up and holds her hands out. He hands it over obediently, and she runs off to take it to the pile. )
Feels like a hundred years ago, but... guess it's hard to shake some habits.