[ How could he resist, indeed. She can't blame him, entirely — even to her, the technology of the Orbiters is something to marvel at on the occasion. There's years ( decades, centuries? ) of development separating the two of them, so she can only imagine how he sees all of this — considering he listens to music on something she considers antiques — well.
( And yet here they are, speaking face to face, the closest thing to a friend Red has had since ... since. They would have never met, if they hadn't lost everything that they had. )
Her moment of contemplation breaks when his voice ( much closer this time ) resumes speaking. Indulges him once with a few curtesy claps once he starts bowing, though her expression has returned to mild amusement ( a step up from horror, surely ). She drops her hands to reach for her phone, though, taking the lapse in silence to type something up. ]
Pretty sure the children will run screaming when they see what you made. [ And she says that coming from art deco matrix. ( Hi, Richie. ) ]
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( And yet here they are, speaking face to face, the closest thing to a friend Red has had since ... since. They would have never met, if they hadn't lost everything that they had. )
Her moment of contemplation breaks when his voice ( much closer this time ) resumes speaking. Indulges him once with a few curtesy claps once he starts bowing, though her expression has returned to mild amusement ( a step up from horror, surely ). She drops her hands to reach for her phone, though, taking the lapse in silence to type something up. ]
Pretty sure the children will run screaming when they see what you made. [ And she says that coming from art deco matrix. ( Hi, Richie. ) ]