[ Shuri would say that he hasn't changed much - but he has. He's younger than he was, recently sixteen as opposed to the near eighteen year old he was. Softer, too, lacking the scars and wear and tear that came from a life in Luceti. Wakaba Oak's protection had kept him safer there on the battlefield, without promise of revival, than being here ever did.
But there's something slightly more mature. Maybe it's the hangover, maybe it's the sense that people are not all what they seem and suddenly he's gone from being the child of one of the most powerful men in the world to having to try to take his place. It's a stillness that wasn't there before.
Of course, the moment is ruined when he lets out a loud, petulant sigh. ]
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But there's something slightly more mature. Maybe it's the hangover, maybe it's the sense that people are not all what they seem and suddenly he's gone from being the child of one of the most powerful men in the world to having to try to take his place. It's a stillness that wasn't there before.
Of course, the moment is ruined when he lets out a loud, petulant sigh. ]
I want a shower.