[ for someone who has been trained in the reading of microexpressions, the playing of games both physical and mental as they stack and grow and encompass more than just two people being silly bastards is second nature to him. she studies him, and he allows himself to be studied - shoulders open and lax, hands limp at his side and positioned in a way that suggests the worst thing tsera vel has ever done in her life is hold a stylus for far too many years. there's not much he can do to hide the physical evidence of combat, should the oa begin to look for fissures in his hastily-crafted persona. but, it's not as though he's doing this with preparation. on-the-fly warfare is liberating, but all too messy.
so, tsera vel throws her hands up and shrugs her shoulders; her eyebrows lift and her mouth pulls down into a sloppy little 'i dunno' mou. enough to let the oa know she knows she's being studied, but can't offer any balm to soothe suspicions. it's a fair cop, tsera would think. ]
Actually, I have.
[ he presses the ice to his mouth, and now, he is the one who watches her. ]
It's not really all that impossible for me - waking up in different places, having to build something from the ground up. You roll with it, or you don't.
[ the supplies pass from the oa's hands to his, and he feels around his face for the split before working to apply the bandage. there's a mirror and he declines to use it for now; part of him still doesn't want to know what he'll see when he looks at his reflection. more importantly, he doesn't want her to see. ]
no subject
so, tsera vel throws her hands up and shrugs her shoulders; her eyebrows lift and her mouth pulls down into a sloppy little 'i dunno' mou. enough to let the oa know she knows she's being studied, but can't offer any balm to soothe suspicions. it's a fair cop, tsera would think. ]
Actually, I have.
[ he presses the ice to his mouth, and now, he is the one who watches her. ]
It's not really all that impossible for me - waking up in different places, having to build something from the ground up. You roll with it, or you don't.
[ the supplies pass from the oa's hands to his, and he feels around his face for the split before working to apply the bandage. there's a mirror and he declines to use it for now; part of him still doesn't want to know what he'll see when he looks at his reflection. more importantly, he doesn't want her to see. ]
Tsera Vel, it's nice to meet you, OA.