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pantheraliam) wrote2030-03-12 03:03 pm
pantheraliam) wrote2030-03-12 03:03 pm
[Words are frustrating. Only one, immensely so. Frown and furrowed brow pushing deeper by the word,] Where.
What?
[Is that allowed? More clarifying questions apparently aren’t.]
[Oda tilts his head to the side just a fraction of an inch. She misunderstood?]
Eh...
Pin.
[He makes the show of pinning an invisible person to the wall nearest by.]
Trap. Corner.
[Eh?]
Eh...
Pin.
[He makes the show of pinning an invisible person to the wall nearest by.]
Trap. Corner.
[Eh?]
[Caitlyn watches him with slightly narrowed eyes, the connection striking once his palms hit the wall. Ah—shoulders down.
[In response she lifts her left thumb and index finger, pinched close together.] Pin. [Small nod; ‘you understand.’
[She keeps the imagined sliver in hand. Trap, corner—they’re still playing.] Objective.
[Oda watches the woman, curious. He mirrors her with his opposite hand raised, the proverbial "pin" pinched between his thumb and index finger.
[He mimes pressing it into the wall as if there were a map hanging there - target, locate, pin--]
Point.
[He mimes pressing it into the wall as if there were a map hanging there - target, locate, pin--]
Point.
[She nods. He gets it…
[Caitlyn strides up to the wall then, standing (with a healthy regard for personal space) to face it. Mimed-pin still in left hand, she raises her right to stick something on the wall, and “pins” it in place.
[Back to the man.] Information.
[Her glare sharpens, though it’s not fixated on him. There’s an inhale, held—]
Traceable. [With some force.]
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