（ why is it always aliens, honestly? staring directly @ ōtsutsuki like 'ho, this u?'
she scoots her chair a bit closer, enough so that she can use the stool she'd formerly sat on as a footrest while watching him work. there's something soothing in it, just sort of existing in the same space as someone else. the thrum of the machines, the familiar scent of a laboratory... it's maybe the closest she's felt to being at home outside of her own door in the shadowlands.
she laces her fingers over her abdomen, leaning back in her chair. it's almost a deliberate uncoiling of tension — whether or not he realizes it, he's setting her at ease.
humans destroying themselves, huh...? where has she heard that before? the shinobi world nearly tore itself apart over land and resources and revenge long before the villages were ever settled.
she studies him in profile for a long moment, and then gently — ）
Is that why you're so protective of them? Humans, I mean.
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she scoots her chair a bit closer, enough so that she can use the stool she'd formerly sat on as a footrest while watching him work. there's something soothing in it, just sort of existing in the same space as someone else. the thrum of the machines, the familiar scent of a laboratory... it's maybe the closest she's felt to being at home outside of her own door in the shadowlands.
she laces her fingers over her abdomen, leaning back in her chair. it's almost a deliberate uncoiling of tension — whether or not he realizes it, he's setting her at ease.
humans destroying themselves, huh...? where has she heard that before? the shinobi world nearly tore itself apart over land and resources and revenge long before the villages were ever settled.
she studies him in profile for a long moment, and then gently — ）
Is that why you're so protective of them? Humans, I mean.