[ It is perhaps worth noting that Ryo's eyes don't flicker as much as something wavers into awareness like a spot on the horizon. Even concentrated on the replicator, it's easy to see that gears grind where they would once flow smoothly. He doesn't move himself away from it, as much as he breathes in once silent and slow.
He recognizes her. It quiets the incessant buzz beneath his skin, the fight reflex he suppresses. ]
It doesn't matter, [ he starts, his voice lacking any modulation. He pulls his hands from the guts of the replicator and swipes his hands against the front of his jumpsuit before letting the lid a touch less gently than he would typically. The muffled thud falls in perfect beat with whatever song swings on next and Ryo brings his (now clean) hand up to smooth over the back of his (now grown out) hair. ] Don't use this one.
[ His gaze leaves her, perhaps, but his body is attuned to every little movement about him. This is a typical side-effect, he knows. This is a typical reaction to sleeplessness. ]
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He recognizes her. It quiets the incessant buzz beneath his skin, the fight reflex he suppresses. ]
It doesn't matter, [ he starts, his voice lacking any modulation. He pulls his hands from the guts of the replicator and swipes his hands against the front of his jumpsuit before letting the lid a touch less gently than he would typically. The muffled thud falls in perfect beat with whatever song swings on next and Ryo brings his (now clean) hand up to smooth over the back of his (now grown out) hair. ] Don't use this one.
[ His gaze leaves her, perhaps, but his body is attuned to every little movement about him. This is a typical side-effect, he knows. This is a typical reaction to sleeplessness. ]