[Perks of not being a field operative or his being one of the youngest Hunters on-base.
Doesn't much dampen the sarcasm, though. Which surfaces again with a resigned sigh.]
How ever will I survive?
[They have the strangest thesaurus in use.
Lumine peers back over his shoulder at Palette, the somewhat older reploid rolling her eyes and shooing them out of the lab ("If you're going to be like that, then at least let me work!"), and Lumine calls back to her as he's dragged away about resuming later.
Down the hall a ways, Lumine pushes a hand against Axl's face half-heartedly. Really, he doesn't need to be dragged the whole way to wherever or whatever it is Axl has in mind.]
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Doesn't much dampen the sarcasm, though. Which surfaces again with a resigned sigh.]
How ever will I survive?
[They have the strangest thesaurus in use.
Lumine peers back over his shoulder at Palette, the somewhat older reploid rolling her eyes and shooing them out of the lab ("If you're going to be like that, then at least let me work!"), and Lumine calls back to her as he's dragged away about resuming later.
Down the hall a ways, Lumine pushes a hand against Axl's face half-heartedly. Really, he doesn't need to be dragged the whole way to wherever or whatever it is Axl has in mind.]