"Improbably-shot, commercially masculine conflict, no doubt." He studies his glass and its amber-colored contents with disdain before draining the thing in a brusque swallow.
He complies with a resigned sigh, dropping onto Asadi's couch, glass still in hand, worrying the rim with a persistent thumbnail as he watches Americans talk about planes and post-flight relaxation procedures.
The headache that has taken residence behind his eyes exponentiates by insufferable increments. He shuts his eyes against the screen's vibrant, pixelated glare, which succeeds in taking the edge from the bright supraorbital pressure.
Uninterested in contemplating the merits of Die Hard or its, apparently, law-upholding protagonist, he considers the secondary objective. That will certainly require more time, significantly more knowledge on the sort of implements Asadi stored within her arm, the specific properties of each ability she has since demonstrated, and he must debate the benefits of replicating the interior or creating his own system autoschediastically, a possibility with which he doubts she will be highly enthused for a number of reasons, all of which break apart upon contact with his mind as it progresses toward the thing it is progressing toward, his head sunk to one shoulder, his breath quiet and even, his musculature slack and still.
no subject
He complies with a resigned sigh, dropping onto Asadi's couch, glass still in hand, worrying the rim with a persistent thumbnail as he watches Americans talk about planes and post-flight relaxation procedures.
The headache that has taken residence behind his eyes exponentiates by insufferable increments. He shuts his eyes against the screen's vibrant, pixelated glare, which succeeds in taking the edge from the bright supraorbital pressure.
Uninterested in contemplating the merits of Die Hard or its, apparently, law-upholding protagonist, he considers the secondary objective. That will certainly require more time, significantly more knowledge on the sort of implements Asadi stored within her arm, the specific properties of each ability she has since demonstrated, and he must debate the benefits of replicating the interior or creating his own system autoschediastically, a possibility with which he doubts she will be highly enthused for a number of reasons, all of which break apart upon contact with his mind as it progresses toward the thing it is progressing toward, his head sunk to one shoulder, his breath quiet and even, his musculature slack and still.