[ that is a weapon. that is also a very large, intimidating man with a helmet and somehow, not being able to see his eyes or his face is mildly unsettling at first sights. falco lifts both arms steadily to show that there’s nothing on his waist, or in his hands, except— the stuffed bear holding a heart.
feeling embarrassment, for one reason or another (the fact that holding a cute plush like this one was a lot more harmless looking that actually having his hands empty), redness floods onto his ears and he immediately drops the toy like a hot potato. this wasn’t professional of him at all, was the reason why. ]
Yes sir, [ there’s a respectable touch to his words the way he’d regard a man of much higher rank than himself; posture, straight. eyes, contact. voice, a little trembly, but he’s got the guts to tighten through it. ] Mister–?
no subject
feeling embarrassment, for one reason or another (the fact that holding a cute plush like this one was a lot more harmless looking that actually having his hands empty), redness floods onto his ears and he immediately drops the toy like a hot potato. this wasn’t professional of him at all, was the reason why. ]
Yes sir, [ there’s a respectable touch to his words the way he’d regard a man of much higher rank than himself; posture, straight. eyes, contact. voice, a little trembly, but he’s got the guts to tighten through it. ] Mister–?
[ name? ]