[He finds it endearing and therefore it's not half bad!!
It's only when Yeager speaks up that Raven realizes he's been watching this whole process very closely, and staring at the blastia a little too intensely despite this not even being his first time seeing it. He blinks back to reality and makes a face at Yeager.]
Hey now, guidin' ya was a deliberate thing. I knew ya didn't need my help ta find it.
[Forced defensiveness aside, he relaxes himself and reaches out to gently place his hand against Yeager's blastia. He's overly ginger with it at first—it's such a strange feeling, touching a blastia that isn't his own—but it doesn't take very long for his curiosity to take hold. He smooths over the red core with his thumb, taking in the difference in size and shape, before spreading his fingers out to explore the casing.]
I still can't get over how different they look, despite servin' the same purpose.
[He murmurs as he traces the arches in the casing, internally likening them to wings of some kind. He can see why the size and placement would be an even bigger hassle to pick out clothing for proper covering, but he still can't help but be a little mesmerized by it. Funny how that works...after going through so much in Aira Niluc, he's come to appreciate these cursed things a little.
As he lingers back on the core, his fingertips lightly brush against the scarring underneath, and he finds himself thinking about what must have happened to Yeager to have caused it. He was probably run through too, huh... It brings back some terrible memories of that day, but in this moment, he's able to cope with a light exhale.]
Sorry, that wasn't...
[Intentional, is what he meant to finish that sentence with before losing track of himself again. It wasn't intentional, but for whatever reason, he feels closer to Yeager than ever for it.]
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It's only when Yeager speaks up that Raven realizes he's been watching this whole process very closely, and staring at the blastia a little too intensely despite this not even being his first time seeing it. He blinks back to reality and makes a face at Yeager.]
Hey now, guidin' ya was a deliberate thing. I knew ya didn't need my help ta find it.
[Forced defensiveness aside, he relaxes himself and reaches out to gently place his hand against Yeager's blastia. He's overly ginger with it at first—it's such a strange feeling, touching a blastia that isn't his own—but it doesn't take very long for his curiosity to take hold. He smooths over the red core with his thumb, taking in the difference in size and shape, before spreading his fingers out to explore the casing.]
I still can't get over how different they look, despite servin' the same purpose.
[He murmurs as he traces the arches in the casing, internally likening them to wings of some kind. He can see why the size and placement would be an even bigger hassle to pick out clothing for proper covering, but he still can't help but be a little mesmerized by it. Funny how that works...after going through so much in Aira Niluc, he's come to appreciate these cursed things a little.
As he lingers back on the core, his fingertips lightly brush against the scarring underneath, and he finds himself thinking about what must have happened to Yeager to have caused it. He was probably run through too, huh... It brings back some terrible memories of that day, but in this moment, he's able to cope with a light exhale.]
Sorry, that wasn't...
[Intentional, is what he meant to finish that sentence with before losing track of himself again. It wasn't intentional, but for whatever reason, he feels closer to Yeager than ever for it.]