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[sub]Sirius Free & Hanson Seuclid | [@Phoenix347][/sub][hr][/center]

[indent][indent]Following behind Tessa, staring near innocent at her small back, Sirius figured he was hardly hungry. Not enough to eat anyway. However, since they had established their bond, this was the way things had always gone between them. The older, smarter woman would make a decision and he would follow close behind. There was always a nagging sense of wanting her to be proud of him; it often fought with his carefree spirit. 

Tessa's head turned just slightly in his direction and he felt her intensity again; that [i]need[/i] to protect him. Like a heavy blanket laid over her and him. He fixed a smile on his face, aware of her eyes traveling to his. Words were formed in his mouth but stopped short of being spoken when an odd jolt ran through him, a sensory warning of incoming danger; than a sudden feeling of honed and hardened action. 

[color=#33ccff][b]"Tess, careful!"[/b][/color] he shouted, catching her attention a bit too late.

She barely missed him. Sirius got the feeling that was partly due to her opposite's reflexes. Letting go of the propelling handle, Sirius reached out to stop himself. He landed a little short of being directly in front of Tessa but facing the man. In front of them stood, Hanson Seuclid; Corporal Seuclid actually. Mistaking that visage of fire was impossible. 

Tessa was poised but visibly unhappy. She lowered her eyes and said, [color=#ff3377][b]"Of course, Sir. Sorry, Sir."[/b][/color]  

A tad irritated, Sirius found himself hardening beneath the surface. He floated in the hall not with elegance or practice but with obvious effort, even still, there laid a pensive resolution on his face. A new defiance lurking behind his clear teal eyes. There was something about the very harsh vibes floating off the Corporal, as if his edge was constantly sharpening, ready to cut anyone who crossed his path. Honestly, the man felt dangerous in a subtle, tip-toe kind of way. 

The whole hierarchy of the military was still soft to him. Tessa warned him just a few days ago that he would need to conform quick, to learn and adapt quick, but Sirius found that annoyingly tough. Even when he knew he should shut his mouth, his feelings would just rip it open and all those quiet yet immovable sentiments would fix themselves onto him. Like armor. The hall was but a short distance from the cafeteria, and yet it seemed pretty damn far at the moment.

Tessa flicked her gaze up and over Sirius' shoulder, aware of his ticks. She hit his shoulder with a twack! [color=#ff3377][b]"Cut that out,"[/b][/color] she growl between her teeth. [color=#ff3377][b]"Now!"[/b][/color] 

Sirius stood his ground, his necklace slowly shifting from out his shirt. [/indent][/indent]