[Oh. She's got the wrong idea. And she's trying to reassure him over it. That's...cute, but it also kind of aggravating. (Because it's misplaced, because it feels too much like pity, empty and directed in the wrong direction for the wrong reasons.) It makes his teeth itch and makes it clear he's said too much. He clamps down on his temper to dissect what she'd said.
You get used to it. He huffs a breath out through his nose.]
Spoken like a real old timer. [She looks too young to call her that, but. Blue hair, universe hopping. For all he knows she's a centuries old alien who's been around the ALASTIAR block. He pockets his hands in his jacket and evens out his posture and definitely doesn't look at the steampunk spectre of his home city reflecting back at them. Since they're on the topic—] Our buddy Llyod says to follow orders and they'll put us back in our respective universes sometime.
[So they say. The skeptical tilt in his tone isn't hard to hear.]
ughhhh she's so cute, what the hell
You get used to it. He huffs a breath out through his nose.]
Spoken like a real old timer. [She looks too young to call her that, but. Blue hair, universe hopping. For all he knows she's a centuries old alien who's been around the ALASTIAR block. He pockets his hands in his jacket and evens out his posture and definitely doesn't look at the steampunk spectre of his home city reflecting back at them. Since they're on the topic—] Our buddy Llyod says to follow orders and they'll put us back in our respective universes sometime.
[So they say. The skeptical tilt in his tone isn't hard to hear.]
That's the deal, right?