[ There's a slight blush across his face when he sees her grinning and clapping, but to Jean's credit, this time he doesn't make a complete fool of himself. He re-holsters the triggers, and brushes a hand through his hair again, trying not to look too immodest.
When she asks the question, it sobers him somewhat, and the expression on his face darkens. He should've seen the question coming, of course, but he had gotten distracted. He's still new to interacting with humans who don't live under a reign of Titan terror. ]
It's -- for fighting. [ The Titans are nightmares, and even though they're nightmares he's come to accept, he still isn't fond of talking about them. And so, he rushes on, holding out a hand to her. ]
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When she asks the question, it sobers him somewhat, and the expression on his face darkens. He should've seen the question coming, of course, but he had gotten distracted. He's still new to interacting with humans who don't live under a reign of Titan terror. ]
It's -- for fighting. [ The Titans are nightmares, and even though they're nightmares he's come to accept, he still isn't fond of talking about them. And so, he rushes on, holding out a hand to her. ]
My name's Jean, by the way. Jean Kirstein.