Felix draws back and straightens when he feels Jim stiffen, making his support a little more polite. He doesn’t go so far as to break contact, unless the captain pulls aside. He knows very well the body language for ‘Let’s get formal’. He’s so busy gauging all that he doesn’t have a moment to protest when Jim swings them around to meet his brother head-on.
For all the theatrical dread, the tribune himself doesn’t look so terrible. There’s definitely a family resemblance with Felix, though Stratos is about ten years older, a tad darker and much sterner in expression and bearing. On top of that he’s wearing the segmented steel plate counterpart to Felix’s armor, and actually has his hood up where it can shadow his face.
“Hmm. Found, certainly.” Stratos studies Jim with raised eyebrows for a moment before inclining his head; his erstwhile brother gets a much briefer glance. Felix is only adopting his usual innocent act, of course. “Auxiliary. I presume you have an excellent reason for leaving your post.” His cool tone ebbs a bit as he returns his attention to Jim. “And who would you be, sir?”
That his brother has found more interesting company than usual doesn’t quell his irritation, but does check it. He’s visibly reassessing the situation, trying to work out what he has on his hands before he lays into his subordinate (verbally, one hopes).
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For all the theatrical dread, the tribune himself doesn’t look so terrible. There’s definitely a family resemblance with Felix, though Stratos is about ten years older, a tad darker and much sterner in expression and bearing. On top of that he’s wearing the segmented steel plate counterpart to Felix’s armor, and actually has his hood up where it can shadow his face.
“Hmm. Found, certainly.” Stratos studies Jim with raised eyebrows for a moment before inclining his head; his erstwhile brother gets a much briefer glance. Felix is only adopting his usual innocent act, of course. “Auxiliary. I presume you have an excellent reason for leaving your post.” His cool tone ebbs a bit as he returns his attention to Jim. “And who would you be, sir?”
That his brother has found more interesting company than usual doesn’t quell his irritation, but does check it. He’s visibly reassessing the situation, trying to work out what he has on his hands before he lays into his subordinate (verbally, one hopes).