@BigTopCaine [That was a very good question… why HADN’T he left yet? Caine was refocused, away from his panic. He had no reason to stay anymore-]
“Banter. Right.”
[Banter. He didn’t DO banter.. blue eyes narrowed, focused on Caine.]
@BigTopCaine [He stepped back again. He was trying to preserve his goddamn space bubble! His eyes narrowing in annoyance]
“Being a coach and enjoying chatter are not the same thing-“
[Well that was irksome. He was the Coach because he was a COACH, not because he held conversation!]
@BigTopCaine [Coach leant back slightly.. personal space. Personal SPACE- his blue eyes widened at the sudden proximity, the ONLY crack in his persona.]
“Don’t get used to it.”
[A grumble, he stepped back, trying to maintain a bit of distance.]
@BigTopCaine “Mm.”
[He grumbled, shaking his head.. he was definitely going to have a smoke after this- good god.. why was he entertaining such a long conversation..?]
“You should be feeling pretty lucky then. Huh?”
@BigTopCaine “Your fingers tapping together. Nervous tick.”
[He pointed it out, cocking a brow.. talking to him was labelled as friendship? Coach huffed]
“Don’t get used to it. I don’t exactly do small talk.”
[He wasn’t entirely wrong- even if the opposite applied to now.]
@BigTopCaine “And picked up a nervous habit. Reminds me of a schoolboy confessing to his crush-“
[A grumble and cocked brow, that habit was one he had seen with others..-]
@BigTopCaine “You still could.”
[He pointed it out, gruff hearing that he made.. friends.. with the Evil Big Tops surprised him. Friends?]
“You.. made friends.. with the Evil Big Tops?”
[He was disbelieving.. but.. there was definitely a truth there. He picked up the nervous habit] ⮕
@BigTopCaine “Panicking like that is beneath you.”
[Coach’s eyes narrowed in annoyance, he towered over the AI, tall, imposing.. trying to be helpful? In his own.. cruel.. way- but still.]
@BigTopCaine “Well worrying sure as hell won’t fix it, now will it?”
[He grouched, dropping Caine back onto the ground.. luckily on his feet- Coach rested a hand on his hip, staring him down..]
“Pull yourself together.”⮕
@BigTopCaine [His eyes were on Caine, harsh blue locked on him. Yet.. he remained stalwart. Did he care? Probably not- but hey, he was.. trying to redirect the focus a little.]
“Take a breath.”
@BigTopCaine [Coach watched him pace, his blue gaze narrowing.. as he stepped forward, and grabbed Caine by the back of his collar, gruffly.. he spoke]
“Quit F[BOINK] pacing. You’re making your panicked breathing worse.”
[There was that softball coach in him- ordering a player..] ⮕
@BigTopCaine “Looks like you? Great. More of you..”
[He didn’t seem enthused by that- one Caine was enough.. but multiple? He was getting a migraine from the thought.]
“Lost ‘em or something?”
[His voice was clipped, harsh.]
@BigTopCaine “Overthinkin’ more like.”
[He grumbled, staring at the Ringmaster, his blue eyes were narrowed.. so different to Kinger’s.. piercing and cold.]
“It’s annoying. Why’re you overthinking? Idiot.”
//yES! You can tag my Coach in things! I need to get better with this angy guyyyy!!
//lEMME LEARN HIM MOREEEEEE PLEASEEEEE XD
//But if I take a while, it’s because my wrist dedge-
@ThisEvilJester “It shouldn’t bother you unless you’re walking around AT NIGHT-“
“My room is far away from yours!”
[He rested a disembodied hand on his waist, to be fair- he did snore on occasion- yes-]