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

[indent][indent]Tessa was impressed. Not many could manage to make both a good and bad impression on her decisive little-brother. The combination of being both his bestfriend and handler had synched her up with his mental ticks and emotional cues. Hanson had basically sent mixed-signals to someone who saw most things in black and white. She wondered what the results of Sirius' untangling would be. She eyed the curtain of dark hair obscuring his profile. [color=#ff3377][b]"He's a piece of work,"[/b][/color] she started. [color=#ff3377][b]"Though, he's right. If you cherish something, you shouldn't call it useless."[/b][/color]

Sirius let go of Tessa's shoulder, determined to make anti-gravity travel as effortless as the normal. He twisted a little in transit but found the opposite wall and shone a closed-lip smile. [color=#33ccff][b]"I think you're both right,"[/b][/color] he said. [color=#33ccff][b]"The past can be mostly ignored or even forgotten but its still there. Still shaping our futures. Just like my pendant shaping me, and me--some random pod from the past--experiencing and shaping the now... Effort is necessary for everything, even something as simple as moving down a stupid hall."[/b][/color] 

Tessa nodded, mostly enjoying the rare moments of growth that Sirius went through. They were sudden but innocent and often pure. Free of messy misconceptions and typically a piece of him given form. She watched him for an unfiltered moment; hardly struggling but putting visible effort into fixing his traversal. In the midst of this, her hands found her bag-strap and tightened. [color=#ff3377][b][i]When does it get old? seeing him grow right before my eyes.[/i][/b][/color]     

The two eventually made it to the cafeteria. Tessa apologized to an exiting woman, a Ableman by the looks of her. A giggle became muffled behind the pair as they continued on. While getting their food, Sirius spotted the Corporal and decided he would join him. There was an impression of comradery now; somewhere snuggled up and cool. [color=#33ccff][b]"Sir, I don't know many people here; mind if [i]we[/i] sit with you?"[/b][/color] 

A look of slight-confusion passed Tessa's face for a split-second. Her natural warmth returned shortly. She wasn't sure how she felt about the Corporal personally but the hear-say about him was brutal. Apparently the guy was a savage, war-loving, soldier from the Universal Century. [i]If[/i] she let his venom seep into Sirius, it could create something ugly. On the other hand, Tessa was nearing the threshold for following him without it becoming a "overbearing" issue. The solution came to her moments after the mental-debate; this all lasted less then a second and that observation made her smile, it was a sly kind-of-smile hidden behind overwhelmingly kind eyes.[/indent][/indent]