[ which is a joke, he knows he's built as hell. he's made a point to be, and already squawked indignantly at steve rogers for suggesting otherwise some months ago. feeling the tug at the chain dangling from his neck, andyr glances down at Ronan's hands, and the plates he pulls up to his eyes. they read "PRINCE, STEFAN", a blood type, a number, and nondenominational. ronan doesn't have to ask, andyr supplies it regardless. ]
My dad's. He was a spec ops officer, before Mom passed. Retired to take care of me and my sister. [ which is where all of andyr's combat know how and lethality comes from - Stefan Prince had made certain to prepare his son for the cruelties of the world. As much as he could, at least. Andyr's eyes drift from the tags to Ronan's hands, then to his wrists, with the worn leather wraps there, looking like they've been gnawed at and ripped up over the years. Not wanting to move his arms from where they're curled around Ronan's smaller frame, he dips his head forward, biting at the edge of one strap and giving it a light tug - a question in the motion, that could also be ignored if ronan preferred not to answer. ]
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[ which is a joke, he knows he's built as hell. he's made a point to be, and already squawked indignantly at steve rogers for suggesting otherwise some months ago. feeling the tug at the chain dangling from his neck, andyr glances down at Ronan's hands, and the plates he pulls up to his eyes. they read "PRINCE, STEFAN", a blood type, a number, and nondenominational. ronan doesn't have to ask, andyr supplies it regardless. ]
My dad's. He was a spec ops officer, before Mom passed. Retired to take care of me and my sister. [ which is where all of andyr's combat know how and lethality comes from - Stefan Prince had made certain to prepare his son for the cruelties of the world. As much as he could, at least. Andyr's eyes drift from the tags to Ronan's hands, then to his wrists, with the worn leather wraps there, looking like they've been gnawed at and ripped up over the years. Not wanting to move his arms from where they're curled around Ronan's smaller frame, he dips his head forward, biting at the edge of one strap and giving it a light tug - a question in the motion, that could also be ignored if ronan preferred not to answer. ]