[Another shrug of his thin little shoulders, another wince, his expression open and casual.]
Lotta kids these days are jaded, I'm just facing the facts. Sometimes you've just gotta go out on your own.
[Well that's not...always true. Sure, the five of them started out all alone but they keep gravitating toward each other, like it's destiny or some shit even he doesn't believe. And even when one of them strays from the path, the others are right there at their backs, ready to smack 'em a new one. There was no way they knew he was here, what he was doing, they were separated but...]
You know how us whipper snappers are. We're fixated on food. Obsessed. Forget the Oedipus crap, this is some real legendary hunger.
[Her next words give him considerable pause. What the fuck's a Cylon??? Is that some sort of new mobile suit doll? A new organization out of the about 5 that already exist and twist and stab each other and die and are reborn? Even an idiot could tell it'd be useless to ask this woman with the mad eyes about it.
Aside from that pretty bland strategy he doesn't have time to come up with anything else, the sharp thud of Kara's hand slamming down makes him flinch, drags all other thoughts out of his head, violet eyes unable to look away from the fire in hers.
He gulps, a shiver racing down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. It's abundantly clear just how very fucking much he doesn't want to mess with this woman, how very pulsating and raw this nerve of hers is, and how very much he just shoved his foot down his mouth so far its in his pancreas.]
I am a colonist but you're right, sorry, my bad. Their lives are precious. They're meant to be protected. All they wanted was to live in peace, not be drawn into this war. [Of all the words to choose, guts, luck, one theme drives home; a bubble of hysteria threatens to rise to the surface, winding between his bruised chest...it's like he can't escape it, huh. His mouth twists painfully.]
Right again, boss! I'm a coward. I run and hide but I never tell a lie. That's the Duo Maxwell way. I don't wanna test you even on a good day which this isn't. Let's just start again, shall we? But without the beat down cause I'm bout ready to take that outta my resume.
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Lotta kids these days are jaded, I'm just facing the facts. Sometimes you've just gotta go out on your own.
[Well that's not...always true. Sure, the five of them started out all alone but they keep gravitating toward each other, like it's destiny or some shit even he doesn't believe. And even when one of them strays from the path, the others are right there at their backs, ready to smack 'em a new one. There was no way they knew he was here, what he was doing, they were separated but...]
You know how us whipper snappers are. We're fixated on food. Obsessed. Forget the Oedipus crap, this is some real legendary hunger.
[Her next words give him considerable pause. What the fuck's a Cylon??? Is that some sort of new mobile suit doll? A new organization out of the about 5 that already exist and twist and stab each other and die and are reborn? Even an idiot could tell it'd be useless to ask this woman with the mad eyes about it.
Aside from that pretty bland strategy he doesn't have time to come up with anything else, the sharp thud of Kara's hand slamming down makes him flinch, drags all other thoughts out of his head, violet eyes unable to look away from the fire in hers.
He gulps, a shiver racing down his spine and the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. It's abundantly clear just how very fucking much he doesn't want to mess with this woman, how very pulsating and raw this nerve of hers is, and how very much he just shoved his foot down his mouth so far its in his pancreas.]
I am a colonist but you're right, sorry, my bad. Their lives are precious. They're meant to be protected. All they wanted was to live in peace, not be drawn into this war. [Of all the words to choose, guts, luck, one theme drives home; a bubble of hysteria threatens to rise to the surface, winding between his bruised chest...it's like he can't escape it, huh. His mouth twists painfully.]
Right again, boss! I'm a coward. I run and hide but I never tell a lie. That's the Duo Maxwell way. I don't wanna test you even on a good day which this isn't. Let's just start again, shall we? But without the beat down cause I'm bout ready to take that outta my resume.