10-03-2015, 09:19 PM
Ururu felt like words were failing her, but then again the girl was younger than who Ururu appeared to be. She may not simply know. Ururu however was running on more than instinct and could at least in this regard equate it to how physics worked in her universe and how she often manipulated it.
It was hard for her not to notice the bandwidth-
The mental communication from Hikaru nearly made her jump out of her seat.
Ururu, there are people here. Less time dissecting the nature of the cosmos and more time being a person. There was a warm tone in her words but also a very veiled threat that made Ururu reactively swallow. It was usually that same tone that she used to get Ururu to stop research and come upstairs to eat.
“Right. Never mind. We can prank the President of the Galactic Star Empire some other time.” Ururu said with a slight grin, her eyes though felt blank as she tried to push implications of earth shattering proportions out of her head. She offered Desco’s communicator back and only just realizing that it wasn’t flesh. For that matter if that’s the case..
Did that mean Desco was wearing a one piece dress? Did that mean matching-
A mental slap to the back of the head told her she was crossing a line.
Focusing back on reality for a second time in five minutes Ururu realized food had been brought out… or conjured.
“What is that?” Ururu said dumbly. She recognized the chocolate and the pokers but that was about it.
It was hard for her not to notice the bandwidth-
The mental communication from Hikaru nearly made her jump out of her seat.
Ururu, there are people here. Less time dissecting the nature of the cosmos and more time being a person. There was a warm tone in her words but also a very veiled threat that made Ururu reactively swallow. It was usually that same tone that she used to get Ururu to stop research and come upstairs to eat.
“Right. Never mind. We can prank the President of the Galactic Star Empire some other time.” Ururu said with a slight grin, her eyes though felt blank as she tried to push implications of earth shattering proportions out of her head. She offered Desco’s communicator back and only just realizing that it wasn’t flesh. For that matter if that’s the case..
Did that mean Desco was wearing a one piece dress? Did that mean matching-
A mental slap to the back of the head told her she was crossing a line.
Focusing back on reality for a second time in five minutes Ururu realized food had been brought out… or conjured.
“What is that?” Ururu said dumbly. She recognized the chocolate and the pokers but that was about it.