[ the arm underneath Orga's grip is tense, almost rigid in its single-minded focus — but only for a moment. Mika has never refused Orga anything in all the time they've known each other, and while he knows, his whole body thrumming with the thrill and tension of this unexpected encounter, it's no exception.
without anybody else from Tekkadan here, the job of protecting the centrepiece of them all — Orga — it falls naturally on Mika. He understands that he is the person holding them all together; he holds Mika in his place, after all, and Mika understands that there is nobody else better suited, better adapted for the role that he's stepped into than Orga himself. That is why. ]
—Alright.
[ finally, he relents, let's Orga take the centre stage once more, between him and Julieta. he drops his arm, the point of it trained away from the both of them, but especially Orga — yes, he hasn't forgotten about that last time at all, Juli. His gaze is unwavering from her hands, catching every movement. ]
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without anybody else from Tekkadan here, the job of protecting the centrepiece of them all — Orga — it falls naturally on Mika. He understands that he is the person holding them all together; he holds Mika in his place, after all, and Mika understands that there is nobody else better suited, better adapted for the role that he's stepped into than Orga himself. That is why. ]
—Alright.
[ finally, he relents, let's Orga take the centre stage once more, between him and Julieta. he drops his arm, the point of it trained away from the both of them, but especially Orga — yes, he hasn't forgotten about that last time at all, Juli. His gaze is unwavering from her hands, catching every movement. ]
She's Gjallarhorn.