RE: The Primarch Keeps Breaking Things
04-26-2017, 10:24 PM
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You play your clumsiness off as deliberate, pocketing your comm with a condescending chuckle.
"Have you even been on the Internexus in the past century? Nobody catches anything with their hands anymore."
He seems vaguely affronted. "Exactly how old do you imagine I am?"
"Too old to be cool." You reach up and give Barth's shoulder a sympathetic pat. That's right. Derail, derail, derail. "But never mind my sick moves—who's the cutie you're mackin' on over there?"
Barth pulls back some, looking the closest to scandalized you've ever seen him.
"I don't know what that means, but it sounds incredibly improper." He composes himself before you can snap an embarrassing picture. Dangit. "She's a tourist, native to this world, though she claims the Cervo population is sparse here."
"Ooh, OK. So there's nobody else to hit on."
Barth pointedly ignores you. "I'm told we landed amid preparations for a 'First of Summer' festival. She'll be partaking in the annual treasure hunt later this morning."
"Uh huh. But what's her name? Don't tell me you didn't get the lady's name."
Barth hesitates. You're having way too much fun ribbing Tall, Antlered, and Boring here. You're the least popular person at Madam Diavla's Academy of Chronospatial Magic, but you can sure pretend like you know a thing or two about girls. Which you don't. Not yet, anyway.
"It didn't occur to me." Barth glances at the Cervo, who waves daintily with her fingers when their eyes meet.
Hmph. Seems he got more useful information out of her than you did from the old woman you made a proper fool of yourself before. Should you take advantage of her friendliness? Or would you rather figure things out on your own?
You weren't lying about the time discrepancies between this world and yours. You have all the time in the megaverse to mess around.
>_
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