The concept's been explained to him multiple times, by trolls and humans, and besides that time he was a troll, he's never really gotten it. He shrugs easily, unbothered by the estimation.
"No, I don't think so," he agrees, out loud, "I just like everybody! And if I like somebody, I like them. None of this epic rival stuff. And, you know, you don't know anything about my kissing, man." Yet. Hopefully. Shit, he had it bad.
He smiles, relaxing a fraction when she respects the tank. It's like the pomp, only with a cannon, in his mind. "Thank you," he says, pleased, and between the action on-screen and the fun of shooting the laser cannon at hapless Covenant morons, it's almost enough of a distraction that he doesn't catch the way her expression flickered there.
This is nothing like that time he dated Nadeshiko. "So--have you ever? Red-dated, or whatever?" He knows she has a moirail, not in the game, but she's never talked about her quadrants much. Suddenly he's concerned he missed a matesprite--or whatever they were called, matesprit, matesprat, something like that--somewhere.
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"No, I don't think so," he agrees, out loud, "I just like everybody! And if I like somebody, I like them. None of this epic rival stuff. And, you know, you don't know anything about my kissing, man." Yet. Hopefully. Shit, he had it bad.
He smiles, relaxing a fraction when she respects the tank. It's like the pomp, only with a cannon, in his mind. "Thank you," he says, pleased, and between the action on-screen and the fun of shooting the laser cannon at hapless Covenant morons, it's almost enough of a distraction that he doesn't catch the way her expression flickered there.
This is nothing like that time he dated Nadeshiko. "So--have you ever? Red-dated, or whatever?" He knows she has a moirail, not in the game, but she's never talked about her quadrants much. Suddenly he's concerned he missed a matesprite--or whatever they were called, matesprit, matesprat, something like that--somewhere.