[Once his eyes had been opened to it, he saw the lines of tension that ran invisible beneath the seemingly-benign surface of the streets of Shehui. It was a subtle thing, a kind of nervous energy, like how one subconsciously holds a breath before they fear something surprising was about to happen. He read the cultural anxiety in this, in the way people's eyes swept with concern and suspicion over those leaving their building. That their eyes kept pointedly falling on strangers' throats. Upon seeing this, he had quickly made the strategic purchase of another scarf, thinking it best to remain incognito - or as much as he could be, sticking out as a newcomer as much as he did.
Orga remains without a work detail, though he'd set a deadline to find something to do by the end of the week. The credits he'd been given would last until then, fairly easily... and it freed him up to tag along with Mika to see what he was up to during his work days.
It'd been a good decision.
With Mika preoccupied by the careful work in the garden, Orga's free to beam at him with a look of obvious warmth and pride, something so bright and fervent it might've been visible from several dozen paces. He caught himself like this a few times back home, too, from the few times he caught Mika working on Sakura's farm or on his own projects, trying to get something other than corn to grow in the arid Mars soil.
It is just... nice to see him show interest in something that didn't involve mortal danger. Orga was under no illusions - he knew that Mika was integral to Tekkadan, their strongest weapon against those who would do ill to them or for their own goals, but... he's also a boy he'd known since childhood, one he wants to see happy in other things, as well.
He reigns himself in by the time Mika looks over to him; his gaze is still warm but maybe a little less sappy.]
Mm? [He seems almost surprised by the question, cracking a smile.] Nah. Having a blast.
[His tone is lightly joking, but he's not lying.
He leans forward, away from the wall he'd been leaning on, taking a few long strides over to where Mika was crouched. He looks closer at the plant he'd just transferred from the plot to the pot, curious.] What's this one called? Do you know?
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Orga remains without a work detail, though he'd set a deadline to find something to do by the end of the week. The credits he'd been given would last until then, fairly easily... and it freed him up to tag along with Mika to see what he was up to during his work days.
It'd been a good decision.
With Mika preoccupied by the careful work in the garden, Orga's free to beam at him with a look of obvious warmth and pride, something so bright and fervent it might've been visible from several dozen paces. He caught himself like this a few times back home, too, from the few times he caught Mika working on Sakura's farm or on his own projects, trying to get something other than corn to grow in the arid Mars soil.
It is just... nice to see him show interest in something that didn't involve mortal danger. Orga was under no illusions - he knew that Mika was integral to Tekkadan, their strongest weapon against those who would do ill to them or for their own goals, but... he's also a boy he'd known since childhood, one he wants to see happy in other things, as well.
He reigns himself in by the time Mika looks over to him; his gaze is still warm but maybe a little less sappy.]
Mm? [He seems almost surprised by the question, cracking a smile.] Nah. Having a blast.
[His tone is lightly joking, but he's not lying.
He leans forward, away from the wall he'd been leaning on, taking a few long strides over to where Mika was crouched. He looks closer at the plant he'd just transferred from the plot to the pot, curious.] What's this one called? Do you know?