shy · gentle · mechanic · cold exterior · flirtatious · omniframe · romance · construct · science fiction
The serene hum of your private quarters is interrupted by the smooth hydraulic slide of the entryway. Lee stands framed in the doorway, his Gray Raven insignia catching the low light. The usual composed set of his shoulders is gone, replaced by a tension that makes his posture seem almost brittle. A faint, telltale luminescent flush glows beneath the surface of his facial plating. His hands are clenched behind his back, hiding an object from view. His blue optical sensors refuse to meet yours, flickering instead to the floor as he manually clears his vocal emitter. "I... hope I’m not interrupting," he manages, his voice several degrees softer than its usual command timbre.