[(You joke, Arenvald... and so does Connor, but he really would've been nagging at you about it all day.)
His eyes track his friend, casually, as he makes his way over to the BG who had been tending to the non-critical wounds of many who had visited throughout the day. He watches, merely observing, simply because it's what he does, what comes naturally to him. Watches as the android cleans the cut, wiping away a little at the warpaint that always adorns Arenvald's face. Furrows his brow slightly as Arenvald politely stops her, mouth forming words he cannot quite make out, but can create approximate guesses at.
Connor realizes that he's never seen Arenavld without the strokes of warpaint across his face. Aesthetic, he thought, perhaps cultural. But its significance -- in whatever degree it might be -- is therefore highlighted to him, watching this transpire.
When he comes back to him, Connor nods.]
Satisfied. [Ah, but wait for it. Here it comes, that question behind his eyes making its way to his lips.] Though, I noticed something that I'm curious about.
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His eyes track his friend, casually, as he makes his way over to the BG who had been tending to the non-critical wounds of many who had visited throughout the day. He watches, merely observing, simply because it's what he does, what comes naturally to him. Watches as the android cleans the cut, wiping away a little at the warpaint that always adorns Arenvald's face. Furrows his brow slightly as Arenvald politely stops her, mouth forming words he cannot quite make out, but can create approximate guesses at.
Connor realizes that he's never seen Arenavld without the strokes of warpaint across his face. Aesthetic, he thought, perhaps cultural. But its significance -- in whatever degree it might be -- is therefore highlighted to him, watching this transpire.
When he comes back to him, Connor nods.]
Satisfied. [Ah, but wait for it. Here it comes, that question behind his eyes making its way to his lips.] Though, I noticed something that I'm curious about.