[[ooc: i want to commend you for using the names of the various parts of the brain to make your icon keywords, there! xD ❤]]
In-indeed, it is rather cold outside, this time of year-- save of course, if you're in-- say, Australia, or Hawaii, or some place else that's "unseasonably" warm year-round... [Aww, lookit, Tommy's actually attempting to look like he's "cool" by doing the "air quotes" with his fingers!] Sh-shut up, Mamselle Mundane! I am a maths professor-- [Lecturer, to be technical about your job description, actually!]-- and i do NOT have any need to look "cool"; I do the air quotes because that's what my generation invented, I do believe... [Well, excuse me, Mister Hoity-toity-- sorry, DOCTOR Hoity-Toity! xD ❤]
At any rate, my apologies for my mundane's interruption, M'sieur... Would you perhaps like to come in from the cold and have a good cup of tea...?
[ He talks too much, that's his first thought. Ruvik's attention drifts in and out of the conversation, but when he does turn back to him, his stare is blank. One eyebrow, or what would be an eyebrow had he any hair, nudges upward, but other than that, he gives the man a look as cold as the snow outside. ]
In-indeed? You don't care for-- tea? I mean, I'm sure we could scrounge up-- something sweeter, for you, if you'd prefer... Like, say, hot cocoa, for example...?
[Of course, Tommy looks somewhat dubious that this distinctly sour-looking gentleman could possibly like something as sweet as Hot Cocoa...]
I'll find something myself. [ Something that doesn't need to be really hot to be enjoyed, at least. Too many things don't taste good lukewarm, and having them cold defeats the purpose. ]
Al-alright, then, M'sieur... Th-the kitchen is just-- this way, if you want to ma-make something yourself...
[Actually, on the contrary, Ruvik, I DO believe that cold drinks will actually warm you up faster! i know, i know, it makes NO SENSE whatsoever, save of course-- that there is the body's instinct for survival, that will actually kick into gear with your metabolism and such as, when you place something cold inside your digestive tract, and thus-- well. You're warm from drinking something cold! =D ❤ isn't science AWESOME!? xD]
M-my usefulness...? :: Tommy sounds-- vaguely insulted by this term, but then changes his mind about the attitude he wants to take with today's interactions, and adds: :: Sorry, M'sieur, but-- I co-could be a little more h-helpful if you'd just t-tell me what you want from the kitchen...
Oh, yes...? I-- Honestly, M'sieur.... I do think that there is something I co-could do, for you, if you'd only tell me what it is you w-want, exactly!
[But of course, he's already hyperventilating slightly, so... Who knows how long he will be useful to anyone any longer, really? Best put in the order now, Ruvik... If you don't want him to faint dead away in the midst of making your hot (or cold, based on my advice! xD) drink, that is.]
Sh-shut UP, Mamselle Mundane! I am f-fine, really!
[Oh, sure, if "fine" constitutes hyperventilating to the point of an asthma attack, or worse still, fainting, then, yes, you are Perfectly FINE! lol!]
Is it your first time outside? [ There is a certain cautiousness to her question, almost as if she fears it's a sensitive topic. ] Or has it just been a long time?
[ She dips her head in a quiet understanding before she carefully poses her next question, just as thoughtful and soft as the last. ] Is it nice to be out again?
[ He can barely feel with this tarnished skin; it blocks off the most important sense, barely protects him from the cold, and now, it seems it will be a permanent reminder of how far he's come and what drove him here. He can deal with the latter two, that's what clothes are for and he's well used to seeing himself this way, but the first is forever vexing. Of course, he's sure he can bear it if he views it the same way as the third. ]
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In-indeed, it is rather cold outside, this time of year-- save of course, if you're in-- say, Australia, or Hawaii, or some place else that's "unseasonably" warm year-round... [Aww, lookit, Tommy's actually attempting to look like he's "cool" by doing the "air quotes" with his fingers!] Sh-shut up, Mamselle Mundane! I am a maths professor-- [Lecturer, to be technical about your job description, actually!]-- and i do NOT have any need to look "cool"; I do the air quotes because that's what my generation invented, I do believe... [Well, excuse me, Mister Hoity-toity-- sorry, DOCTOR Hoity-Toity! xD ❤]
At any rate, my apologies for my mundane's interruption, M'sieur... Would you perhaps like to come in from the cold and have a good cup of tea...?
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Don't care for the stuff.
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[Of course, Tommy looks somewhat dubious that this distinctly sour-looking gentleman could possibly like something as sweet as Hot Cocoa...]
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[Actually, on the contrary, Ruvik, I DO believe that cold drinks will actually warm you up faster! i know, i know, it makes NO SENSE whatsoever, save of course-- that there is the body's instinct for survival, that will actually kick into gear with your metabolism and such as, when you place something cold inside your digestive tract, and thus-- well. You're warm from drinking something cold! =D ❤ isn't science AWESOME!? xD]
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A usefulness that's swiftly fading.
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[But of course, he's already hyperventilating slightly, so... Who knows how long he will be useful to anyone any longer, really? Best put in the order now, Ruvik... If you don't want him to faint dead away in the midst of making your hot (or cold, based on my advice! xD) drink, that is.]
Sh-shut UP, Mamselle Mundane! I am f-fine, really!
[Oh, sure, if "fine" constitutes hyperventilating to the point of an asthma attack, or worse still, fainting, then, yes, you are Perfectly FINE! lol!]
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Yh-you'll get used to it.
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Rebirth is just as troublesome as birth in that respect, but the independence is worth it.
But to be reborn like this...perhaps it's eternally my burden.
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You are nailed to the wheel of life and death ... b-but don't you leave us with a whimper.
Scar the future with your burden.
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[ He can barely feel with this tarnished skin; it blocks off the most important sense, barely protects him from the cold, and now, it seems it will be a permanent reminder of how far he's come and what drove him here. He can deal with the latter two, that's what clothes are for and he's well used to seeing himself this way, but the first is forever vexing. Of course, he's sure he can bear it if he views it the same way as the third. ]