[Kimblee is quick to halt at that, and his eyes narrow at the initial outburst - he still doesn't take very kindly to being yelled at, after all - but it doesn't take him long to figure out why this is happening; this is still Archer, after all, still the person he's known for over a year and a half here in Johto, even if he's...decidedly different now in more ways than Kimblee had initially realized.
He finds himself hoping quietly that not everything has changed, when it comes to how Archer responds to things. Approaching while Archer is feeling volatile is likely a terrible idea if it has - weapons tend to be functional during these weekends, and Kimblee doesn't want to really imagine what will happen if Archer decides to turn those guns he seems to be armed with on him; he doesn't know what else Archer is armed with, if anything, but he wouldn't be surprised if there are more concealed weapons on him somewhere, and even if there aren't - hell, even if Archer can't shoot him here for whatever reason - he still has what appears to be a potential four-foot reach with reinforced steel and bludgeoning the shit out of Kimblee would literally be a nonissue if he got it in his head to do that.
He can think of many, many reasons why approaching Archer might be a bad idea, why he would be well within his rights to stay where he is, why he really shouldn't move unless he's going to put some more distance between them; he closes his eyes just long enough to force himself to breathe, to steel himself before closing some of the distance between them.
He's wary enough to be able to get the hell back if he needs to; for the time being, however, he reaches out left-handed; he isn't going to touch the automail too much if he can help it, but he runs his fingers lightly through Archer's hair on the still-intact right side, forcing his expression into the usual placidity as he does so.]
...If anyone would understand that sort of sentiment, I would, don't you think?
[Just let him play with your hair, Archer. Just like he always used to.]
Hopefully you don't mind still spending time in the company of one of your soldiers. Or am I being dismissed?
[His words are light, facetious, though he's still clearly expecting an answer.]
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He finds himself hoping quietly that not everything has changed, when it comes to how Archer responds to things. Approaching while Archer is feeling volatile is likely a terrible idea if it has - weapons tend to be functional during these weekends, and Kimblee doesn't want to really imagine what will happen if Archer decides to turn those guns he seems to be armed with on him; he doesn't know what else Archer is armed with, if anything, but he wouldn't be surprised if there are more concealed weapons on him somewhere, and even if there aren't - hell, even if Archer can't shoot him here for whatever reason - he still has what appears to be a potential four-foot reach with reinforced steel and bludgeoning the shit out of Kimblee would literally be a nonissue if he got it in his head to do that.
He can think of many, many reasons why approaching Archer might be a bad idea, why he would be well within his rights to stay where he is, why he really shouldn't move unless he's going to put some more distance between them; he closes his eyes just long enough to force himself to breathe, to steel himself before closing some of the distance between them.
He's wary enough to be able to get the hell back if he needs to; for the time being, however, he reaches out left-handed; he isn't going to touch the automail too much if he can help it, but he runs his fingers lightly through Archer's hair on the still-intact right side, forcing his expression into the usual placidity as he does so.]
...If anyone would understand that sort of sentiment, I would, don't you think?
[Just let him play with your hair, Archer. Just like he always used to.]
Hopefully you don't mind still spending time in the company of one of your soldiers. Or am I being dismissed?
[His words are light, facetious, though he's still clearly expecting an answer.]