[by now, koby’s felt a wide array of consciousnesses, aura’s, minds in the unseen connection that haki gives him. he knows the radiant warmth of shanks’s, like the sun rising over a still sea, the sparking brilliance of quentin’s, the eclectic vibrancy of the crew. silco’s is unlike all of those, still and honed like a polished gem, every facet focused with keen precision. and though he’s worlds removed from the seas of home, though he wears a marine uniform and swears by a code of law that directly opposes such things, koby’s world is one of pirates, and there’s something in his blood and bone that sees a jewel and wants to reach out, touch it, feel it.
the question is careful, but logical, not overly prying, not invasive. koby doesn’t feel more than thoughtful curiosity at it being posed, though his own answer is still carefully measured in response.]
Other guests, the Balfours, anyone who might use it to hurt my crew. [and there’s a – shift, subtle, slight, a sharpening of koby’s wide-eyed gaze behind the round rims of his glasses.] Which doesn’t include you. Right? [and there’s a sense in the air, like the pressure spiking when a storm approaches, something tight and tensing and prepared, a thunderclap about to roll.]
no subject
the question is careful, but logical, not overly prying, not invasive. koby doesn’t feel more than thoughtful curiosity at it being posed, though his own answer is still carefully measured in response.]
Other guests, the Balfours, anyone who might use it to hurt my crew. [and there’s a – shift, subtle, slight, a sharpening of koby’s wide-eyed gaze behind the round rims of his glasses.] Which doesn’t include you. Right? [and there’s a sense in the air, like the pressure spiking when a storm approaches, something tight and tensing and prepared, a thunderclap about to roll.]