they’re like children with new toys, frantic to get their hands on whatever shiny new things were placed in front of them. of course, there was an unspoken clause that his hands were not to get near them. the rule earned him a slap to the wrist almost every time. literally. her motions are swift and unacknowledged after, simply moving on with whatever was being worked on prior. lips curl into a smirk, a hint of warmth beyond features painted with shock. the routine is almost comforting, falling into habits without any realization. hands lift defensively, stepping back to his corner in a silent promise to keep his hands to himself . . . at least until her back is turned.
it takes a few moments of an innocent act of idle tinkering until guard is down. shorter is the delay between her distraction and his jump back to his place. movement through space is seamless, in enough control of the gift to be instant and ( more importantly ) silent. but there’s this feeling jumpers get, a possibility his connection to time and space provided some sort of intuition; he knew when he was being watched. dull hum at the base of his skull comes only moments after the tech is in his hands, a begrudging look over his shoulder revealing her presence. “ how do you always do that ?! ” digits quickly return the item to its place with a defeated sigh, turning just in time to see her eyes roll. “ come on. just let me have fun one time. ”
* @evergrein : sender rolls their eyes at receiver. 🤍
