(if being forward is simpler, koltira will never want for anything around hiruma. bluntness embodied, standing a short distance away.
the statement has him moving to adjust to the scenery, unfamiliar with this one βΒ and perhaps it's an amalgam of their experiences so far, eyes narrowing at the odd mash-up of peridition's rest blanketed in a thin layer of nighttime snow and the weaving now-dead forests of a past mission... at the centre, a small building with oska architecture. their objective appears in a HUD-like start screen: a run-of-the-mill capture the flag directive.
except the flag is a squidge egg, something he's never encountered before.)
I've pushed myself far harder than this, you fucking glowstick. Don't get all worried about me. (despite his phrasing, he's made it somewhat amicable, hand out for a hard-light gun to materialize in his hand; it's as heavy as the real thing.) I'll scout out a way in. That makes you the big guns.
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the statement has him moving to adjust to the scenery, unfamiliar with this one βΒ and perhaps it's an amalgam of their experiences so far, eyes narrowing at the odd mash-up of peridition's rest blanketed in a thin layer of nighttime snow and the weaving now-dead forests of a past mission... at the centre, a small building with oska architecture. their objective appears in a HUD-like start screen: a run-of-the-mill capture the flag directive.
except the flag is a squidge egg, something he's never encountered before.)
I've pushed myself far harder than this, you fucking glowstick. Don't get all worried about me. (despite his phrasing, he's made it somewhat amicable, hand out for a hard-light gun to materialize in his hand; it's as heavy as the real thing.) I'll scout out a way in. That makes you the big guns.
(starting forward, low, eyes and ears peeled.)