Sexy steps inside with an air of familiarity - well, of course she would, it's like stepping into a mirror. She's walked this room a thousand, million times, redesigned this console time and time again. She pauses, on the gangway between the door and the engine, just taking a second to marvel at the old desktop. She'd come to love this one especially - the jump seat, the color scheme, the design of all the bits and bobs that controlled this or that, how hands on it was and how many special ticks she'd put in there for this face in particular - who liked to tweak and discover, who made the world his puzzle game, and she indulged him in it.
Sexy can tell by the way he's looking at her that he's trying to figure it out despite himself. He never could resist something new, something to discover and learn, to explore from the inside out. She takes her time, brushing her fingers lightly against the railing, smiling to herself at the texture.
"You should get out of that wet coat, you'll catch cold. That's what humans do, isn't it, catch cold?" She runs her fingers through wayward hair, wringing water out of it. "How does one catch a thermodynamic property?"
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Date: 2018-11-12 07:25 am (UTC)Sexy can tell by the way he's looking at her that he's trying to figure it out despite himself. He never could resist something new, something to discover and learn, to explore from the inside out. She takes her time, brushing her fingers lightly against the railing, smiling to herself at the texture.
"You should get out of that wet coat, you'll catch cold. That's what humans do, isn't it, catch cold?" She runs her fingers through wayward hair, wringing water out of it. "How does one catch a thermodynamic property?"