[ Underneath his mask, Armada feels through each small signal Kaname gives off. He has had some time to filter through the differing responses from the recruits. The changing reactions to him are always curious. Some were much more afraid of him than others. At times, he wonders if this is wholly due to his rank, and if they would be more afraid of him if they knew the full scope of what he could do.
The pregnant pause extends until his helmet angles toward the pillow. After a moment, he holds out his hand. He won't take it from her. He expects it to be gifted. ]
[With his hand extended she offers the pillow to him gently setting it in his hands. If he has felt it before then Armada will recognize it as Madu fur.]
No, but I did work for it. [Not that he cares, but that little detail is important to her. It makes her chest swell with a little bit of pride. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but she struggles to keep an even face. Then something else occurs to her-]
I also checked it out- um. There's nothing potentially dangerous about it. If... that's what you were wondering.
[ Armada moves the palms of his hands through the fur, taking a moment to inspect it as she speaks. Whether she made it or not is inconsequential. Armada is personally more impressed by those that put the work in, and while she may not have fashioned it herself, her response to his question makes it clear enough that Armada is satisfied. ]
If it was, you wouldn't still be standing here.
[ There's a reason Warrior's gifts go through him. ]
[A chill runs down her spine despite the fact she was expecting as much. Kind of the stereotypical Big Bro type, huh? At least she could understand, and relate to, that much with having a younger sibling of her own. She scratches at the back of her neck for a moment while trying to figure out if there's anything else she wants to address. However the chill from the environment and her unease with Armada means that she probably shouldn't draw this out with an attempt at cheap conversation.]
Your help with this is appreciated.
[With that said she raises a hand to wave goodbye (more out of habit than trying to be familiar) and starts to make her leave.]
[ Armada could act as an envoy, but the real test was if Warrior would accept the favor from her or not. He expected his brother would, Madu fur was particularly soft and they hadn't come across something quite like it for a number of planets. ]
Tell me if you want to give him anything else.
[ This is both an offer and a (polite) demand. He doesn't wait for her response, however, and turns to make his way to Warrior's rover with the pillow. ]
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The pregnant pause extends until his helmet angles toward the pillow. After a moment, he holds out his hand. He won't take it from her. He expects it to be gifted. ]
You made it?
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No, but I did work for it.
[Not that he cares, but that little detail is important to her. It makes her chest swell with a little bit of pride. A smile tugs at the corner of her lips, but she struggles to keep an even face. Then something else occurs to her-]
I also checked it out- um. There's nothing potentially dangerous about it. If... that's what you were wondering.
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If it was, you wouldn't still be standing here.
[ There's a reason Warrior's gifts go through him. ]
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[A chill runs down her spine despite the fact she was expecting as much. Kind of the stereotypical Big Bro type, huh? At least she could understand, and relate to, that much with having a younger sibling of her own. She scratches at the back of her neck for a moment while trying to figure out if there's anything else she wants to address. However the chill from the environment and her unease with Armada means that she probably shouldn't draw this out with an attempt at cheap conversation.]
Your help with this is appreciated.
[With that said she raises a hand to wave goodbye (more out of habit than trying to be familiar) and starts to make her leave.]
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[ Armada could act as an envoy, but the real test was if Warrior would accept the favor from her or not. He expected his brother would, Madu fur was particularly soft and they hadn't come across something quite like it for a number of planets. ]
Tell me if you want to give him anything else.
[ This is both an offer and a (polite) demand. He doesn't wait for her response, however, and turns to make his way to Warrior's rover with the pillow. ]