synanthrope | (no subject)

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Quiet week, isn't it?

[Saya will never be the first to say no curses but she's thinking it]

I remember something, from long ago. An invasion. Around this time of year. I remember locking the Warehouse.

It was a long time ago, but I was only twenty-six.

I'm sorry the warm weather didn't last longer.

[That's how one uses I'm sorry, right?]

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Oh, hopefully something a bit more inventive.

Can we talk about inventions?

We can- you got something shiny to show me?

I rebuilt a motorcycle for someone over the holiday. I revamped an old engine model we used at Ferrari. Would you like to see it?

Is that a question I have to seriously answer?

Sounds aesthetically beautiful and beautifully informative. And even if it wasn't, that's a yes. The answer to the question is yes.

Then you had better come today. The owner is coming to pick it up.

Fortunately, I happen to be a very prompt individual.

It's a charming quality.

I wanted to replicate the reactor in your chest to power an engine, but I haven't worked it out quite yet.

I've made like five thousand of these- all of varying quality, of course. If you need blueprints, I've got them, but this one's staying in my chest.

You would give me the blueprints?

[This is a very pleased tone. Very rare.]

They're functionally obsolete to me.

[What with the. Poisoning.]

From one inventor to another.

This is a very one-sided relationship, Tony.

Really- I honestly thought it was rather mutual.

Are you this generous with everyone or just the mechanics you're fucking?

Just the mechanics I'm screwing in a really bizarre, strange alternate dimension-slash-universe.

Lucky me.

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