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"And you're kind of quixotic. I like fact rather than feeling. Divine beings are more feeling." He raised his hands, shrugging.
"I believe the universe is powered by science, not a magical being. And 'that stuff right there' is collisions between electrically charged...
He squinted, crouching on a branch below her. "Aurora Borealis. I've seen it once. It was my first mission. It's... nice."
"Oh god. Those are so ugly, but you do you, I suppose." He shook his head, stopping a moment to find his footing.
"Now, a ball gown isn't professional." He raised an eyebrow, following her. "A suit is. And it looks nice at the same time."
"My apologies for wanting to look nice at all times." He pushed away a branch and stepped over a rock. "I also didn't expect to crash land in a...
"Do you take me for an office worker?" he asked blatantly, beginning to walk.
He looked at her strangely, then stood up. "Alright. What is it?"
He huffed and shook his head, pulling out a device once she began to leave. "Whatever you say."
He glared at her, his brows furrowing. "Hmph. You know, you really are a piece of work. I don't know why they decided for us to work together."...
"No, no. I am not a fan of escargot. I've just tried it. It was... Interesting." He frowned, recalling the memory with a distasteful expression....
"That's... disgusting. I mean, I'd still try it for fun. It sounds similar to escargot."
He tilted his head. "What's caviar? Is it gross? It sounds like a wine." He thought about it.
"Thanks but no thanks. I prefer more sophisticated foods," he said smartly, with a joking tone. He turned his head in feigned disgust. "S'mores...
"I don't dislike marshmallows, I just don't want any." He crossed his legs and straightened his tie. "I'm stuck with an agent who brings...
He shot his hand up and caught it before flicking it off into the snow somewhere. "I'm fine. Thank you." (Now to start his sketch.)
He scratched his chin, leaning forward to inspect the marshmallow. "I believe this one is not up to par," he began. "It's too lumpy, and...
He raised an eyebrow, his foot tapping rhythmically. "Is this what you call necessities?"
