His posture is a bit better today, for the fact that leaning against a wall forces one straighter than sprawling in a chair. It's nothing to do with boredom, feigned or real: he's paying attention, through the gentle wash of emotion that is its own kind of noise, its own kind of space-taking force.
Kira wasn't shy of the spotlight: crowds without his wards just gave him a headache, and he had his own fear to deal with underneath it.
He's surprisingly close to Graves when the man speaks, for lack of trying to be. While the man has found a way to appear semi-put together in his canyon-issue clothes, Kira could never fare so well. He's a different kind of shadow from Credence: his scrubs have faded from their deep black in their month of near constant wear, and the waist of his scrubs worn out until it slipped down his hips, exposing the greying thermals underneath.
And yet, his sloppiness has nothing to do with his attention, or the thought behind the answer: "Do we really have a choice to ignore it, if it is? Surely we have enough numbers by now to risk looking into things."
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Kira wasn't shy of the spotlight: crowds without his wards just gave him a headache, and he had his own fear to deal with underneath it.
He's surprisingly close to Graves when the man speaks, for lack of trying to be. While the man has found a way to appear semi-put together in his canyon-issue clothes, Kira could never fare so well. He's a different kind of shadow from Credence: his scrubs have faded from their deep black in their month of near constant wear, and the waist of his scrubs worn out until it slipped down his hips, exposing the greying thermals underneath.
And yet, his sloppiness has nothing to do with his attention, or the thought behind the answer: "Do we really have a choice to ignore it, if it is? Surely we have enough numbers by now to risk looking into things."