[ he slips right under hotdog's wide reach, and they fall into tandem like they've been doing this for a long time.
in reality, it's just muscle memory and trained responses. at least that's the case for tetora. he was brought up to be a weapon, and with that came training to be adept at adapting, be it to an environment or a person. hotdog isn't the hardest to read; his body language is too big for the space his body occupies, and so his every gesture speaks to the power he has in his muscles. every step is efficient, yet naked; every curl of his fist and silent lifting of stray objects is so clearly defined he might as well be speaking out loud.
tetora marvels at it. how a man who is so much can contain himself in something as flimsy as a human body.
it's as tetora's stripping the tubing from a smashed ventilation machine that he decides: i would kill for this man. ]
huffs!!!
in reality, it's just muscle memory and trained responses. at least that's the case for tetora. he was brought up to be a weapon, and with that came training to be adept at adapting, be it to an environment or a person. hotdog isn't the hardest to read; his body language is too big for the space his body occupies, and so his every gesture speaks to the power he has in his muscles. every step is efficient, yet naked; every curl of his fist and silent lifting of stray objects is so clearly defined he might as well be speaking out loud.
tetora marvels at it. how a man who is so much can contain himself in something as flimsy as a human body.
it's as tetora's stripping the tubing from a smashed ventilation machine that he decides: i would kill for this man. ]