[Gavial exhales, long and slow, as Cassian seems to take measure of the situation at hand and come to settle on… stepping back to let this insane (and exciting, in Gavial’s opinion) confrontation play out. And it irks her, just the faintest echo of an old feeling, to see him unwilling to throw down a little too. So she knows her doppleganger must be feeling that and then some, because that was the whole problem, wasn’t it?
She breaks eye contact with her younger self to look over in his direction, half-debating whether it’d be worth wasting the time trying to convince him not to back off from this so quickly. Her arms drop back down to her sides, brows furrowed—
And then suddenly the younger Gavial comes sprinting over to them with zero fanfare, one fist raised and pulled back to take a swing… at Cassian. Gavial herself whirls at her approach, realizing this is not getting off to the start she had expected. She hurries to try to catch her with one outstretched arm at her midsection and pull her back away from him, but whether the girl’s fist finds it’s target, she’s not sure.]
Woah, wrong target there, missy.
[Young-Gavial tries to worm her way out of her grasp, elbowing her in the chin in the process.]
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She breaks eye contact with her younger self to look over in his direction, half-debating whether it’d be worth wasting the time trying to convince him not to back off from this so quickly. Her arms drop back down to her sides, brows furrowed—
And then suddenly the younger Gavial comes sprinting over to them with zero fanfare, one fist raised and pulled back to take a swing… at Cassian. Gavial herself whirls at her approach, realizing this is not getting off to the start she had expected. She hurries to try to catch her with one outstretched arm at her midsection and pull her back away from him, but whether the girl’s fist finds it’s target, she’s not sure.]
Woah, wrong target there, missy.
[Young-Gavial tries to worm her way out of her grasp, elbowing her in the chin in the process.]