[She moves and perhaps, in this instance, that's the wisest course of action. He knows he's practically built out of chiselled stone. It'd be all too easy to hurt her, which is a thought lingering in the back of his mind, easily drowned out by whatever growing annoyance is creeping up along him. And annoyance must be something of an understatement. He doesn't even know how to describe it.
He begins to move past her and at her question, Nier pauses sharply. Turning his attention onto her intently, he simply remains rooted, the feathers he's gathered in firm hold.]
no subject
He begins to move past her and at her question, Nier pauses sharply. Turning his attention onto her intently, he simply remains rooted, the feathers he's gathered in firm hold.]
You got a problem?
[Yes. Of course she does. Him. He's the problem.]