CurtailedAmbrosia
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Adamant doesn't tell her she's too green to go out and face the world at large, he doesn't discourage her from doing what she's compelled to do. Best of all, he doesn't tell her to slow down.
No, he encourages keeping her momentum.
Jenna's heart thrums, excitement and hope rising.
He was going to help her.
"Won't like me?" She repeated, lips curving into a smile. "What, I'm not agreeable enough?" Well, she didn't have to like her-if she could help thwart Cid's creepy controlling antics, that'd be great. It creeped her out thinking he knew she was here. Did he realize she was gone then? Did he know how? Would...would he take that out on Daybreak?
He moves to the duffel bag and pulls out some sweats, an easy statement tossed her way. She turns quickly around, reflecting on the fact he'd been in that robe this whole time and now he was changing with her in the same room. Weird circumstances for sure, but hardly his fault-and he was used to it, given what he'd said about that first headquarters.
She does turn her head for a quick glance over her shoulder, because why not? The muscled expanse of his back, his sheer size-they're builds were so ridiculously different it was almost comical. Even their skin colors were opposite-he had flawless pale skin taut across those muscles, luminescent. He was a wall of a man, period.
"Well, I'm up for another twelve hours, and you're tuned for action,"
He says, turning around with the sweatshirt still over his head. "Wait, really?" Jenna is surprised but also excited. She was primed for action. She'd sleep later, nevermind that-by the time he popped his head through he'd find her zipping back into place, already in that shimmering blue costume and pulling her goggles to rest on the top of her dark hair, that unabashed grin again.
"You bet I do."
No, he encourages keeping her momentum.
Jenna's heart thrums, excitement and hope rising.
He was going to help her.
"Won't like me?" She repeated, lips curving into a smile. "What, I'm not agreeable enough?" Well, she didn't have to like her-if she could help thwart Cid's creepy controlling antics, that'd be great. It creeped her out thinking he knew she was here. Did he realize she was gone then? Did he know how? Would...would he take that out on Daybreak?
He moves to the duffel bag and pulls out some sweats, an easy statement tossed her way. She turns quickly around, reflecting on the fact he'd been in that robe this whole time and now he was changing with her in the same room. Weird circumstances for sure, but hardly his fault-and he was used to it, given what he'd said about that first headquarters.
She does turn her head for a quick glance over her shoulder, because why not? The muscled expanse of his back, his sheer size-they're builds were so ridiculously different it was almost comical. Even their skin colors were opposite-he had flawless pale skin taut across those muscles, luminescent. He was a wall of a man, period.
"Well, I'm up for another twelve hours, and you're tuned for action,"
He says, turning around with the sweatshirt still over his head. "Wait, really?" Jenna is surprised but also excited. She was primed for action. She'd sleep later, nevermind that-by the time he popped his head through he'd find her zipping back into place, already in that shimmering blue costume and pulling her goggles to rest on the top of her dark hair, that unabashed grin again.
"You bet I do."