[ Johnny's not about to knock anyone for being curious. The need to pick things apart and understand reads clearly in the link, half because it's such a familiar one. Other things that are clear: the discomfort of holding back, the restraint. It's appreciated, if not strictly required. He tilts his head slightly, the impression of a shrug. Cross is a fair and vaguely amusing observation. ] Got it in one. You're not seeing any ugly mugs, though, right? Big jawline, bigger nostrils.
[ D'av, which would be shorthand for an actual glimpse of the memory. Johnny's focus is sharp, genuine interest keeping it on track. He isn't deliberately ignoring the distracting itch on his hand so much as instinctively blocking it out, but that only gets him so far. There's a quick, sharp tug at his skin, like a bite.
The quick inhale and wince is as annoyed as it is pained. He doesn't let go of Fitz's hand, his grip shifting as he lifts his free hand to inspect it, half expecting to find a bug, something — what he finds is a small sliver, shallow, half an inch long. So not a bug bite, probably. Also, he's 99% sure all of the bugs in here are already freeze-dried. ]
What— [ A fresh surge of confusion hits the link, mixed heavily with irritation. It's chased by a spike of something altogether stronger and more abrupt — discomfort, edging close to actual fear, an unhealthy and ill-advised dose of wonder and curiosity — as the small cut expands, skin splitting like it's under an invisible knife. One more second before something clicks into place and Johnny's abruptly releasing Fitz's hand, attention rapt on his own palm. The wound settles just as abruptly. ]
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[ D'av, which would be shorthand for an actual glimpse of the memory. Johnny's focus is sharp, genuine interest keeping it on track. He isn't deliberately ignoring the distracting itch on his hand so much as instinctively blocking it out, but that only gets him so far. There's a quick, sharp tug at his skin, like a bite.
The quick inhale and wince is as annoyed as it is pained. He doesn't let go of Fitz's hand, his grip shifting as he lifts his free hand to inspect it, half expecting to find a bug, something — what he finds is a small sliver, shallow, half an inch long. So not a bug bite, probably. Also, he's 99% sure all of the bugs in here are already freeze-dried. ]
What— [ A fresh surge of confusion hits the link, mixed heavily with irritation. It's chased by a spike of something altogether stronger and more abrupt — discomfort, edging close to actual fear, an unhealthy and ill-advised dose of wonder and curiosity — as the small cut expands, skin splitting like it's under an invisible knife. One more second before something clicks into place and Johnny's abruptly releasing Fitz's hand, attention rapt on his own palm. The wound settles just as abruptly. ]