THE GHOST IN THE SHELL \\
It's been a grand total of, what, three minutes? But Aamu decides he likes Sunjata. The man (like Nate) is absolutely massive in comparison to him—the wonders of getting to mature entirely. It's fine to look like a sapling when you're twenty, thirty, but when you're pushing fifty you might start to regret the vain decisions of your youth on equally vain grounds. "Thank you," he gets in there, watching with interest as Sunjata pulls out a piece of paper.
He considers the question for a moment, listening to the scratch of the pencil. "Something versatile, I think," he finally says, knowing it's a bit of a shit answer, but the best one he has.
The light reflects in the shifting scars as he writes. Small, silver pinpricks—wrists, Aamu's eyes slowly travel up his thick arms, neck, neck, neck. Aamu wants to laugh and joke that things are going well for them, but the words die in his mouth.
Doesn't know them well enough yet.
Then there's that scar down his neck which breaks the pattern... He wants to ask about it. Wants to ask about the tattoos too. There's so many of them.
He doesn't ask about any of it. Just gratefully takes the paper and starts reading down the list. Gets to the orca and can't help himself from laughing. "Ah, yes, I'll just transform into an orca and flop uselessly in the streets," he says with a chuckle; bright with amusement, and not a single scrap of judgment for the shift being included in the list. Dragon and Pegasus? This guy is powerful. Very powerful. It sobers Aamu for a moment, and he looks up. "What do the Gods think of one of their beloved colluding with Ascended?" he asks, soft.
He considers the question for a moment, listening to the scratch of the pencil. "Something versatile, I think," he finally says, knowing it's a bit of a shit answer, but the best one he has.
The light reflects in the shifting scars as he writes. Small, silver pinpricks—wrists, Aamu's eyes slowly travel up his thick arms, neck, neck, neck. Aamu wants to laugh and joke that things are going well for them, but the words die in his mouth.
Doesn't know them well enough yet.
Then there's that scar down his neck which breaks the pattern... He wants to ask about it. Wants to ask about the tattoos too. There's so many of them.
He doesn't ask about any of it. Just gratefully takes the paper and starts reading down the list. Gets to the orca and can't help himself from laughing. "Ah, yes, I'll just transform into an orca and flop uselessly in the streets," he says with a chuckle; bright with amusement, and not a single scrap of judgment for the shift being included in the list. Dragon and Pegasus? This guy is powerful. Very powerful. It sobers Aamu for a moment, and he looks up. "What do the Gods think of one of their beloved colluding with Ascended?" he asks, soft.
