[It's light. Easy. There's... something about the posture and movements of this guy that ping him. Something familiar in the tension. In the way he looks ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. So he keeps his voice easy.]
[At least he hadn't put armor on for this one. Instead, just black, loose clothing. Gloves. Hiding his hand from view. Probably for the best. He's not sure how this would have gone over if he offered the new arrival a towel with metal fingers.]
For your hands -- I'm Shiro.
[He's trying to do what everyone tells him -- to keep his mind calm and steady, focus on something shielding. Stars. Stars whirling slowly in his head, for now.]
tidying
[It's light. Easy. There's... something about the posture and movements of this guy that ping him. Something familiar in the tension. In the way he looks ready to bolt at the slightest provocation. So he keeps his voice easy.]
[At least he hadn't put armor on for this one. Instead, just black, loose clothing. Gloves. Hiding his hand from view. Probably for the best. He's not sure how this would have gone over if he offered the new arrival a towel with metal fingers.]
For your hands -- I'm Shiro.
[He's trying to do what everyone tells him -- to keep his mind calm and steady, focus on something shielding. Stars. Stars whirling slowly in his head, for now.]