[It's. Nice, actually. It's good, this weird little routine. Idia feels lighter for it, being able to stretch that strategic, puzzle-solving muscle and see it pay off. Fearless gets better and better, that grin of his stretches wider. Even talking to the guy gets easier, like any strange energy is mostly behind them. Idia's shyness and reservations fall to the wayside, so slowly and surely that he doesn't even notice.
This, for example, would have been an impossible sight just a few months ago. He'd be hunched over himself trying to go back to his room to eat. Now-- well, Idia looks like he'll be comfortable in a minute. Right now, he's seeing if Poob has it.]
Legit. If it's not max flavor I don't want it.
But hey-- [He gestures to the screen, where he's rapidly cycling between two options, using the selection noises to get the Fearless' attention back.] Focus. Street Fighter II or The Animatrix?
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This, for example, would have been an impossible sight just a few months ago. He'd be hunched over himself trying to go back to his room to eat. Now-- well, Idia looks like he'll be comfortable in a minute. Right now, he's seeing if Poob has it.]
Legit. If it's not max flavor I don't want it.
But hey-- [He gestures to the screen, where he's rapidly cycling between two options, using the selection noises to get the Fearless' attention back.] Focus. Street Fighter II or The Animatrix?