[ He's about to say something wry about the way she tried to mimic his jaw movements, watching her raise her hand. The words die on the tip of his tongue.
Her touch is gentle, gentle as can be, itty bitty palm and weird, nubbly fingers warm and soft against his nose. Lantar still flinches, a full-bodied, fearful jolt that he doesn't entirely know the origins of, heart rate spiking sharply in panic.
It's just a kid, the Turian tries to reason with himself. It's just a kid. She's just curious. Why are you so scared?
He doesn't know. He keeps very still, not wanting to scare her. There are fingers on his mandibles now.
El will notice that they are a little different. The left one is the same, uniform roughness throughout- but the right one has strange smooth spots, hard, deep notches and keloid bumps. It sits a little oddly under the arc of his cheek. ]
... You hungry? [ Lantar asks shakily after a long moment, carefully, carefully exhaling a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. ] There's a grocer's nearby. I can grab you something.
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Her touch is gentle, gentle as can be, itty bitty palm and weird, nubbly fingers warm and soft against his nose. Lantar still flinches, a full-bodied, fearful jolt that he doesn't entirely know the origins of, heart rate spiking sharply in panic.
It's just a kid, the Turian tries to reason with himself. It's just a kid. She's just curious. Why are you so scared?
He doesn't know. He keeps very still, not wanting to scare her. There are fingers on his mandibles now.
El will notice that they are a little different. The left one is the same, uniform roughness throughout- but the right one has strange smooth spots, hard, deep notches and keloid bumps. It sits a little oddly under the arc of his cheek. ]
... You hungry? [ Lantar asks shakily after a long moment, carefully, carefully exhaling a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. ] There's a grocer's nearby. I can grab you something.