#009.

@alongtimeago, i don't even remember what meme. Hi ad'ika

Din sighs, but the sound comes with quite a bit of fondness attached to it. Though he turns his T-visor in Grogu's direction in an attempt to give him a look, the big smile on the child's face doesn't seem to be fading any time soon.

All right. Maybe it won't hurt to indulge him.

"...it was a little" -- Din brings his index and thumb close together -- "fun.

"You forget I had to wear this the whole time, kid."

Gesturing to his drenched body suit, Din's head tilts in emphasis. Grogu had the benefit of playing in the water without having to ruin his coat; Din will need to dry in the sun a while longer, still.

TAGGING → Brittany Pierce, Santana Lopez

LOCATION → Santana’s apartment.

TIME FRAME → Sometime in the recent past. I’m bad at remembering dates.

GENERAL NOTES → Santana and Brittany do... Santana and Brittany things.

    "Did you think no one could sense you?” Rather, the hero’d almost wished he hadn’t, for Arjuna wasn’t much in the mood to help a lost child find their way out of this seemingly endless labyrinth of alleyways and back towards that bustling civilization locked within clear walls, no -- he was busy tracking some wayward shadow that may or may not have been a local thief. But as if drawn together by some strange magnetic force, he couldn’t help running into those who held fates similar to his.

     They seemed almost a cat with that defensive aura, and as Arjuna stepped back to face them in the close proximity of the alley, he recalled crossing paths with one of similar  features before.

There's no malice or judgement in his tone. There's not even pity in his words so much as there is concern.

Thoughtlessly, his fingers raise up and delicately graze the fingertips against the edge of the metal. If Will's overstepping, it's because he's not thinking about boundaries in any way so much as he is about the mutant before him. While he himself isn't a mutant, he's grown an appreciation for their situation.

@willcunting, unprompted.

Scott flinches, hand reaching up to grip Will's wrist hard. He doesn't mean to, and he regrets it as soon as it happens, but Will's fingers signify danger. It's not kindness, and it's not intimacy-- it's one wrong move and Scott's blasting his fucking head off, and he doesn't have any contingency plans for that.

(None that won't make him want to jump off a bridge, anyway.)

"Don't..." He hesitates. Will is one of the few people at school that's nice to him even after knowing what he is, and the last thing he wants to do is ruin that.

Scott releases his wrist, head immediately dipping in shame. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... if this comes off, Will, I could kill you."

Just thinking about it makes him feel sick.