All cut. [Mamoru says, but not at Sieg. Shutting down the comms is only something he’s used to do, and even if the BCE command isn’t exactly that one it’s programmed to follow to shut down the voice-to-text feature, it’s responsive enough to adapt and follow it anyway. It annoys him that he needs to do it. People have a tendency to use text and not communicate with their voice, for some reason. Maybe they were too suspicious and knew their voice gave away things that they didn’t want shared.
A question for some other time, anyway. He adjusts the sunglasses a little higher as he takes in the space in the room. Mamoru is holding his sword, yes, but the same way a millennial holds their cellphone. Naked without it, fingers restless even when there’s no use for them.]
I’m familiar with this part of the ship. [More than familiar, he’s been spending more time in this room than in his own, although his skewed sleep schedule makes him either omnipresent and elusive.
Without the mask and with the context of warfare left behind, there’s an ease to Mamoru’s voice that could be easily misidentified as insolence. Still, he let’s it slip. He gives him a disbelieving snort.] You made quick work of preparing the classroom or is this just for me?
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A question for some other time, anyway. He adjusts the sunglasses a little higher as he takes in the space in the room. Mamoru is holding his sword, yes, but the same way a millennial holds their cellphone. Naked without it, fingers restless even when there’s no use for them.]
I’m familiar with this part of the ship. [More than familiar, he’s been spending more time in this room than in his own, although his skewed sleep schedule makes him either omnipresent and elusive.
Without the mask and with the context of warfare left behind, there’s an ease to Mamoru’s voice that could be easily misidentified as insolence. Still, he let’s it slip. He gives him a disbelieving snort.] You made quick work of preparing the classroom or is this just for me?