[ he certainly doesn't come off as the bookish type, but walk in on him on a quiet, sunday morning and you'll likely find him sipping on some simmering coffee with a book propped open in a hand.
(some days are easier to pretend than others.) ]
soMEThinG LIke ThAT.
[ he's practically got it memorized cover to cover.
the novel he presses into her hand, releasing it so quickly she'd have to hold on to it lest it fall again. ]
[Not something she'd hold against him---if anything, she finds his apparent interest in literature interesting, and admirable. You have to sharpen your mind, too, you know. Najasho always lectured to her, when he'd catch her trying to avoid her studies.
Akame swiftly clutches onto the book as he lets go, so she doesn't drop it. She looks at it again, appearing mildly perplexed, but returns her gaze to him, and nods a bit awkwardly.]
Alright, Nic. [She takes the book into her arms, looking off to the side a bit.] I'll let you know what I think of it, and I'll keep it in good condition.
[ he's already got a hand raised, waving her off. his fingers don't look to be in the best of conditions, but it doesn't seem to bother him much. (then again — what does?) ]
[Akame's mouth straightens into a thin line once she notices the state of his fingers.
Of course there was a punchline. If she were just a tad sassier, she'd roll her eyes. Instead, she lets out a tiny, but frustrated and exasperated huff.
Good grief. He's like a child at the best of times.]
So that explains the odd look of your messages.
[#dudeseriously #ridiculousness
Akame squints slightly at him. She's not going to lecture him to high heaven, but gives him a pointed look as she says, in way of goodbye:]
At least have someone apply nanite to your hands. Or get them treated at some point.
[Otherwise, she will track him down all over again and make sure.
Shaking her head a little, she gives him a wave in return and leaves.
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(some days are easier to pretend than others.) ]
soMEThinG LIke ThAT.
[ he's practically got it memorized cover to cover.
the novel he presses into her hand, releasing it so quickly she'd have to hold on to it lest it fall again. ]
GiVE iT A LoOk tHrouGH WHeN You'Re boRed.
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[Not something she'd hold against him---if anything, she finds his apparent interest in literature interesting, and admirable. You have to sharpen your mind, too, you know. Najasho always lectured to her, when he'd catch her trying to avoid her studies.
Akame swiftly clutches onto the book as he lets go, so she doesn't drop it. She looks at it again, appearing mildly perplexed, but returns her gaze to him, and nods a bit awkwardly.]
Alright, Nic. [She takes the book into her arms, looking off to the side a bit.] I'll let you know what I think of it, and I'll keep it in good condition.
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oKAy. ByeBYE.
[ apparently, he thinks they're done here. ]
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Of course there was a punchline. If she were just a tad sassier, she'd roll her eyes. Instead, she lets out a tiny, but frustrated and exasperated huff.
Good grief. He's like a child at the best of times.]
So that explains the odd look of your messages.
[#dudeseriously #ridiculousness
Akame squints slightly at him. She's not going to lecture him to high heaven, but gives him a pointed look as she says, in way of goodbye:]
At least have someone apply nanite to your hands. Or get them treated at some point.
[Otherwise, she will track him down all over again and make sure.
Shaking her head a little, she gives him a wave in return and leaves.
The people she puts up with.
And yet, she can't help but enjoy the company.]