[ Mr. Crowley -- ah, he recalls Vanessa mentioning that name. He can't be all that bad if he's helping teenagers acclimate to this place. ] He's right. I was in London before I arrived here.
Now you're just teasing me. [ He laughs nonetheless. ] Disappointing, maybe, but I'm not a pretty .. awesome one hundred years old. I'm 35. [ The way he says "awesome" should be a clue, he has never heard that word in his life and this is his first time using it. Don't make fun of him, he isn't hip to this teenage lingo. ] I think being brought from the past makes more sense.
Considering this place brings a variety of people here, if there is a computer, I'm sure someone would be willing to teach you how to use it. [ Her, of course, because he actually isn't as enthusiastic as she is about the topic. He's still learning the phone! ]
Not because you ate too much of it? [ Uh-huh, Miss Sweet Tooth, he has wisdom in spades. ]
[ The statues are his least favorite part of the city; he likes having his head messed with even less than actually being here. That's saying something. Despite the reassurance that she'll remember his words, he can't help but feel for her -- some of the horrors here, he foolishly hopes she will never have to see them. At the same time, he knows better than to hope. She will. He really does hate this place for bringing in kids. ]
Just don't let your guard down here. As peaceful as it is now, the mood can chance as quickly as the weather. [ A small smile. ] Alright, I can accept that.
[ Oh, Usagi, he doesn't even confide in the people here from home, but somehow telling her that never crosses his mind. It seems counterproductive and, because she just arrived, he doesn't want to be the one the sour her mood. So, after a pause: ] Deal.
no subject
Now you're just teasing me. [ He laughs nonetheless. ] Disappointing, maybe, but I'm not a pretty .. awesome one hundred years old. I'm 35. [ The way he says "awesome" should be a clue, he has never heard that word in his life and this is his first time using it. Don't make fun of him, he isn't hip to this teenage lingo. ] I think being brought from the past makes more sense.
Considering this place brings a variety of people here, if there is a computer, I'm sure someone would be willing to teach you how to use it. [ Her, of course, because he actually isn't as enthusiastic as she is about the topic. He's still learning the phone! ]
Not because you ate too much of it? [ Uh-huh, Miss Sweet Tooth, he has wisdom in spades. ]
[ The statues are his least favorite part of the city; he likes having his head messed with even less than actually being here. That's saying something. Despite the reassurance that she'll remember his words, he can't help but feel for her -- some of the horrors here, he foolishly hopes she will never have to see them. At the same time, he knows better than to hope. She will. He really does hate this place for bringing in kids. ]
Just don't let your guard down here. As peaceful as it is now, the mood can chance as quickly as the weather. [ A small smile. ] Alright, I can accept that.
[ Oh, Usagi, he doesn't even confide in the people here from home, but somehow telling her that never crosses his mind. It seems counterproductive and, because she just arrived, he doesn't want to be the one the sour her mood. So, after a pause: ] Deal.