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[tiny_justice]

Who| Fareeha Amari (~12 years)
What| Friendship!
Where| Training room, Observation Deck, Mess Hall
When| Throughout her time effected by the Time Ripples
Warnings/Notes| n/a

This is the longest Fareeha has been on her own. No parent chaperoning her, no guarded escorts, no visits with her extended Overwatch family like Reinhardt or Jack. Gabriel was at least here, so that was good, and she has made friends with some of the other Legionnaires, but without guidance and a set routine she's gotten restless.

So, she's made her own routine.

It includes mature things that she thinks would make her mother happy; healthy foods, time spent training, reading through the news or any books she could find. At the end of the day, though, she's still a kid, so there are times you can find her on the observation deck with a piece of cake and a litany of colorful threads spread out as she spends her time deftly making friendship bracelets. It's a fun hobby, and leaves her with something to gift the people who have been nice and helpful to her, but it's also a distraction so she's not constantly thinking about how much she misses home.

If you've spoken to her once or twice (and weren't mean) there's probably a bracelet in there for you.

Comments

[tiny_justice]

She can't help it; she sucks in a breath like she just stepped on something sharp. His hap-hazard punch hurt just from watching it. She stands again and frowns slightly, trying to think about a polite way she could frame this.

"Well that's all wrong."

Okay how about honest instead of polite? She does look a little sheepish, though. "Watch me again?"

She resets her stance and does a slow-motion version of the punch, then looks over at him to see if he got it.

And also to make sure she's not offending him, although yeah that was ... something else.

[nofortunateson]

He's not really offended, so much as confused. She punched, then he punched. Basic, right? He watches what she does, and tries looking closer this time, seeing what she does and squaring up for another try. It's tighter and more guarded, but still not great, force all from the shoulders and arms. But he at least gets the sense this time that there's another movement he's missing, and he frowns, trying to figure out what it is. "You're still doing it differently, aren't you."

[tiny_justice]

"Yeah, but that was better! Watch me again;"

She slows her movements, quietly reminding herself all the cues and positions her mother had dripped into her. Feet placement, weight distribution, core, energy, everything is optimized to ensure the greatest output from the smallest input; efficient. She looks at him and smiles, waiting to see if he wanted her to go through it again.

[nofortunateson]

Watching her really slow it down again, what she's doing finally clicks, and Gabriel brightens as he things he figures it out.

"Oh-! Yeah, okay, so you're kind of . . ." Winding up into it, he thinks, and he choreographs the punch more in the next effort, but the blow itself whips out fast, driven from hips and and core and- yeah, it feels like a harder punch, definitely.