whitecurls // * trips, stumbling forward, almost crashing into braig. manages to recover, and balances self on nearby wall. he leans on it, delivering finger-blasters and a sloppy attempt at a smirk. he totally meant to do that * ❛ hey. ❜ — he can't even help himself he's not allowed to look Uncool™ .
@whitecurls
He’s been in the archives for a while, reading over a datapad on historical battles and the strategies employed therein when the stranger came crashing, almost literally, into his life. Braig watches the display of ‘grace’ with a swelling mixture of confusion and concern. He almost held his arm out to catch the stranger before he fell, but he righted himself soon enough, and Braig was left perplexed and blinking.
“Uh… Can I help you with something?”
