[Yeah, he knew. He knew, dammit. But after a few seconds of giving the other new gen a dirty look, he sighs and then grins. His anger and irritation always vanished after spending a few minutes bantering with Lumine. Something about the other's cool, rational logic and his subtle teasing calmed him.]
Maybe one day I can hope you'll become a more caring, loving friend.
[The vanishing negativity leaves Lumine with a small, satisfied look on his face. The differences between them act like a balancer, something to buffet against until whoever was railing discovered something level again.
Axl's "hope" is rewarded with a small fit of giggling, Lumine cocking his head to one side and peering up uncertainly at the older New Gen.]
I can't stop you from hoping, but I'd advise against it. You'll only be disappointed.
Of course. What a miserable fate I have been cursed with.
[Dry, sarcastic--and Axl undoubtedly knew better than to take the words at face-value. The arm around his shoulders made him bob minutely, system stabilisers (internal, unlike Axl's) adjusting for the weight instantaneously.]
[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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I'm sure that's what it was.
[Not.]
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You're supposed to agree with me and nod sympathetically. You're doing a bad job of being a friend Lumine.
[No he loves you still JUST STOP BEING A SMARMY BASTARD]
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[R&D is to be feared. All of R&D, including engineering.]
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Maybe one day I can hope you'll become a more caring, loving friend.
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Axl's "hope" is rewarded with a small fit of giggling, Lumine cocking his head to one side and peering up uncertainly at the older New Gen.]
I can't stop you from hoping, but I'd advise against it. You'll only be disappointed.
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Then you're stuck with me until it happens.
[Which probably meant forever, admittedly, but Axl was okay with that. He slings an arm around the other's shoulders.]
Alright, now let's go do something fun!
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Of course. What a miserable fate I have been cursed with.
[Dry, sarcastic--and Axl undoubtedly knew better than to take the words at face-value. The arm around his shoulders made him bob minutely, system stabilisers (internal, unlike Axl's) adjusting for the weight instantaneously.]
Like not bothering Palette with complaining?
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Don't worry, I'll make sure your life passes by full of pain [joy] and suffering [laughter]!
[Of course. Dry, sarcastic wit was Lumine's forte.]
Yeeees, exactly! [He waves at Palette in apology and then drags Lumine out of the lab with him with the arm slung around the other's shoulder.]
So let's go!
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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.]
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In the mood for anything particular?
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[Lumine sighs, shakes his head.]
I thought you were the one responsible for this?