[ he ducks his head sheepishly, flushing a little at the compliment on his original pitch - it had been a good investigation on political ethics and their role in propaganda, but he's come up with something else along the way, diving into a different topic in the middle of the first one.
he steps in and shuts the door behind him out of habit, dropping his bag beside his chair (his chair - it has his outline in it in a way, doesn't it?) and dragging it closer to hawk's desk. he tugs off his scarf - threadbare and worn out but colorful and handmade - tossing it aside. he digs out the two papers he's written, but pauses to rub some warmth back into his finger tips, speaking animated and growing more and more passionate as he speaks. ]
I was writing the first one - on propaganda and how it's shaped the ethics and direction of our governmental policies but then kind of started digging a little more into the ethical process of our senate and supreme court and how they're fundamentally flawed as decision makers, the checks and balances are inequitable between all branches because of the way we deploy information to the public. It's all rooted in dirty money, from both directions.
[ he takes a breath, blushing from his ears, his cheeks, down his throat. ]
Sorry. I - you should probably just... read them.
[ he rises then, stepping up to the desk and holding them out for hawk to look at, flustered, his sweater rucked up even more from the way he'd been curled against the chair. ]
no subject
[ he ducks his head sheepishly, flushing a little at the compliment on his original pitch - it had been a good investigation on political ethics and their role in propaganda, but he's come up with something else along the way, diving into a different topic in the middle of the first one.
he steps in and shuts the door behind him out of habit, dropping his bag beside his chair (his chair - it has his outline in it in a way, doesn't it?) and dragging it closer to hawk's desk. he tugs off his scarf - threadbare and worn out but colorful and handmade - tossing it aside. he digs out the two papers he's written, but pauses to rub some warmth back into his finger tips, speaking animated and growing more and more passionate as he speaks. ]
I was writing the first one - on propaganda and how it's shaped the ethics and direction of our governmental policies but then kind of started digging a little more into the ethical process of our senate and supreme court and how they're fundamentally flawed as decision makers, the checks and balances are inequitable between all branches because of the way we deploy information to the public. It's all rooted in dirty money, from both directions.
[ he takes a breath, blushing from his ears, his cheeks, down his throat. ]
Sorry. I - you should probably just... read them.
[ he rises then, stepping up to the desk and holding them out for hawk to look at, flustered, his sweater rucked up even more from the way he'd been curled against the chair. ]