|Hank McCoy wanders into the Nexus, reading some papers. Finding…|
Mar. 18th, 2008 @ 10:18 pm
Up goes the little doll's head from where she's playing in someone's abandoned drink. Up pops the holo-screen.
WHY WOULD ANYONE WANNA LOOK YOUNGER?
He smiled at the tiny thing.
"I suppose... so they do not look older," he said. "I'd not thought about it before. I hadn't even noticed the gray until Little Steph pointed it out to me."
BUT... WHAT'S WRONG WITH LOOKING OLDER?
Confused dolly is confused!
"I'm not sure. But women seem quite worried about it where I come from," Hank smiled.
Strawbaby taps herself on the head.
"Yes, you're a lady," he said, squatting slightly. "What's your name?"
THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT. Tiny eyes roll. STRAWBABY.
"Nice to meet you, Strawbaby. And you'll have to forgive me. As my love has oft informed me, my social talents are lacking," he rumbled.
OH. She tilts her head. YOU'RE A DORK.
"Yes. I believe that is the most common term for it," he said.
HMMMM.... She reaches up and pokes him experimentally.
He chuckled, then offered his hand to her to sit on, if she wanted.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked.
She pokes it too, then steps on it and tilts her head at him. I WAS ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION.
He nodded, slowly lifting her up to look at her better.
"Yes," he nodded. "But you seemed intrigued about something."
She shrugs and tells a partial whopper to see how he reacts. I WAS WIPING OFF GUNK FROM THE DRINK.
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