mhnoface:
it isn’t that she had an issue with connecting with others. that go horang was emotionally stunted in any which way (even if she was, she wouldn’t admit it) ((mind you, she was)). but it is the debilitating desire to do so that keeps her isolated, willfully alienated from society. she, first of all, has never played well with others. has never given the impression of being anything else but prickly.
still, she supposes back then—she had been softer around the edges, more willing to let others in (with some prying on their behalf) rather than shut them out immediately. these days, however, what’s the point? live life on your own, for your own. worrying about anything or anyone else is an utter waste of time.
easier said than done, when the person you’re suspended midair in a metal box with looks seconds away from a breakdown.
“relax.” her tone is firm, assessing his features briefly whilst she maneuvers over to the call buttons on his side. there’s a moment pause here, finger lingering on the emergency button. a trickle of familiarity she can’t put her finger on—but first things first. “it’s probably just a system reboot, or whatever the fuck it is they do.” horang rolls her eyes, stepping back once she presses the button. “hope this building’s up to code though, god.” this is why she hates going out for house calls.
her head turns for another beat, eyes roving his face once more, trying to match a face to a long discarded memory (memories of school, faces connected to an identity she no longer needs; the go horang now is simply a shell, a cover, after all). though it’s not that she needs to know. rather, it bugs her to not.
ah, what the hell. “you know you look familiar.” her brow quirks. “hero?”
it wasn’t easy to not let his focus drift onto the female beside him when his alertness was completely up there. he was aware of everything that he could possibly be aware of. the panic set in which wet off the response, and here they were now as the handle was practically denting underneath the right grip that he held so securely on it. maybe not denting.. melting? well it was possible given the control he was trying to keep on his quirk, of course his hands might heat up in the process.
“easier said that done,“ he mutters, trying to keep the bite out of his words as he eyes her from his side when she moves. a part of him wants to strike. attack and save himself from the possibilities that are endless. but the rational part of him that’s fighting to be heard holds him back. makes him watch instead as she hits a button-- which really, he doesn’t entirely take in what else comes out her mouth either. can’t believe it’s just a system reboot. not that simple.
that being said, he can feel and see her eyes on him, and his own eyes narrow a little. for all he knew she was going to take him again-- he frowns then, breathing still shaken up.
“familiar-- i ain’t a fuckin hero. not anymore-- no.“ easier to forget about that than think of what he could be right now. but he did try focus on her a little more then, trying to see if that apparent connection was mutual. “what’s your name?“
maybe focusing on a conversation would be simpler. maybe. pretend like he wasn’t two seconds away from a breakdown.
