Um. [Kisuke looked away sharply, red as the failed Midnight candy sculpture his eyes went to next. It looked fine otherwise but he saw a slight defect in it that one would only catch if they looked intently. One of her legs was slightly lighter than the other. There was a little sticky note at the base with sharpie on it that read 'Not good enough! >:('
Nemuri's expression shook him briefly and he stood stunned, looking a little helpless.]
...I'm-- T-Thank you?
[He agreed with the sticky note written by the obviously insane man he would eventually become. He didn't know Nemuri but anyone who seemed that happy to be around him deserved better than that. Kisuke looked around at the assortment of Karakurizer outfits and thin white material samples arranged in a circle on one of the lab desks. There was a gradient chart with a hundred small variables jotted down per sample in fine script. He recognized the shaky handwriting as his whenever he worked overnight.]
Well. I suppose it's definitive. I'm him. [Of course, the first thing he thought about was how he ruined a couple's date.]
[Every little detail of the lab was filling in the bar in his head until it was solid red. One hundred percent certainty. He traced his fingers along the desk, looking for the inevitable smudges that would come from him leaning on it for hours at a time, finding the folding keyboard that spun out of the desk on an axis. Sitting down, he found a command prompt to enter a few basic commands. It didn't take much guessing to figure out what his executables were. He didn't think that would change even with a thousand years of time.]
Are you getting to work already? I thought you'd want to look around a bit more.
[Tessai followed him, only deciding to raise his head up once Nemuri's pin-up was hidden by the prompt.]
...Why not? [He glanced back to Nemuri and then back to Tessai, genuinely unperturbed by what he was working on.] They were on a date, weren't they?
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Nemuri's expression shook him briefly and he stood stunned, looking a little helpless.]
...I'm-- T-Thank you?
[He agreed with the sticky note written by the obviously insane man he would eventually become. He didn't know Nemuri but anyone who seemed that happy to be around him deserved better than that. Kisuke looked around at the assortment of Karakurizer outfits and thin white material samples arranged in a circle on one of the lab desks. There was a gradient chart with a hundred small variables jotted down per sample in fine script. He recognized the shaky handwriting as his whenever he worked overnight.]
Well. I suppose it's definitive. I'm him. [Of course, the first thing he thought about was how he ruined a couple's date.]
[Every little detail of the lab was filling in the bar in his head until it was solid red. One hundred percent certainty. He traced his fingers along the desk, looking for the inevitable smudges that would come from him leaning on it for hours at a time, finding the folding keyboard that spun out of the desk on an axis. Sitting down, he found a command prompt to enter a few basic commands. It didn't take much guessing to figure out what his executables were. He didn't think that would change even with a thousand years of time.]
Are you getting to work already? I thought you'd want to look around a bit more.
[Tessai followed him, only deciding to raise his head up once Nemuri's pin-up was hidden by the prompt.]
...Why not? [He glanced back to Nemuri and then back to Tessai, genuinely unperturbed by what he was working on.] They were on a date, weren't they?