[ dextera stumbles back, even more graceless than usual thanks to the current conditions of their captivity. it isn’t bad compared to what he’s used to, but arrival here has still taken it out of him, and he hasn’t been able to recover in his usual ways. it’s hard to go hunting for alternative sustenance with the guards on their back. ]
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[ he nods and awkwardly wrings his fingers around his wrist. he’s missing his bracelets along with the rest of his clothes, so one nervous tic has had to be substituted.
he needs his hands if he’s really going to communicate, though; at the demand, dextera’s gaze briefly flits to a visible bruise on gen, and he touches the same spot on his own body. ]
no subject
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[ he nods and awkwardly wrings his fingers around his wrist. he’s missing his bracelets along with the rest of his clothes, so one nervous tic has had to be substituted.
he needs his hands if he’s really going to communicate, though; at the demand, dextera’s gaze briefly flits to a visible bruise on gen, and he touches the same spot on his own body. ]