[ / NOT SO BAD YOURSELF \ ]
HE DOES NOT know what he’s done to make the other so edgy or why it affects him so, but a gradual, mutual understanding seems to have settled between them. No spiteful words nor tight fists were flung at one another, so… where was the danger? In letting his guard down, he meant. Although where the sense of it- this sense of paranoia came from was a question he wouldn’t mind having answered sometime.
For a moment he believes he sees mirth DANCING in the other’s eyes and playing across his lips- but the helmet blocks just a little too much to be sure. A subtle smile is much harder to detect with a visor and padding hiding any tell tale dimples or smile lines. BUT this is enough for him to relax, to rest his weight on one leg, to perk and smile a little brighter
For such wary strangers, they were well on their way to breaking some walls.
To be honest his mother had added a y to the end of his name at the time of his birth. It had earned a couple chuckles, a couple jeers, but really the only complaint he had with that last little letter is that it resulted in a sound far too similar to his nickname.
A gleeful look overcomes him before he can help it when he learns- when he SEES someone else is just as familiar with this clever dance and display of gestures as he. Often times he was not fortunate enough to meet those who could understand him when he couldn’t speak aloud, and being able to speak like this once again was very refreshing.
Huh, so they hadn’t met before. This came as something of a relief- he hadn’t forgotten someone’s EXISTENCE. Rick had never met anyone named Oryosha before nor did it seem like Oryosha recognized him. How strange! That they should sense something familiar, yet the chances of them having met prior to this were quickly dwindling to zero…
His smile does not falter, if anything the Helljumper finds himself restraining a chuckle.
“ Yeah, this is a little… Weird. But I can’t say this hasn’t been… Interesting, I guess? “
Interesting... Yes, he could suppose so. More of a fleeting thought.
So he shifts, a nonhostile movement, he hopes, but not also kind;
just the kind of movement that allows him a new angle on the other,
a habit put into practice over the many years.
He decides there, in the now in the quiet wants to not scare this
familiar ( yet this unknown ) ODST away, that he should reach up
and that he should twist off his helm, to have a face with the name.
Black hair brushes in front of a porcelain face which is hastily swept at
( he reminds himself to get that fixed )
A hand passes over the aegean stripe before it’s tucked underneath an arm,
luckily, the helm doesn’t obstruct his way of moving his hands about,
his hip pushing at its base, giving him a rather estranged stance.
This time, another smile graces his usually grim features,
all lip and no teeth but it’s enough to portray how he feels about the situation.
Amused and lighthearted and not at all worried insofar as he’s concerned.
His hands flick once more though now he finds it even easier to
communicate with the other, sticking his tongue out a little bit playfully as he says,
[ ‘ If it should be easier, you may call me James. ’ ]
Not many in the Corps., much less the ODST regiment, shared his heritage,
even back in Naniwa but beggars couldn’t be choosers, as the old saying went.
[ ‘ But yes, interesting.
Perhaps distant relation is a preferable answer?
Or we fought together at one point?
Though I must say I did not go to very active forefronts until recently---- ’ ]
He adopts a rather...thoughtful look, mouth canting to one side as he tilts his head.
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