"Plain! Yes, exactly!" Lev exclaims, with some relief. They're starting to feel less like they're in a place where no one will understand what's so upsetting about a face with only two eyes of any kind.
They feel at ease around Magne; it's always easier for them to deal with people who seem practical, who are nonetheless not upset by the fact Lev themself is a space cadet. They're conscious they've been rambling, and they do want to hear more about Magne and her world. And maybe find the time to ask a couple of questions—they're a little oblivious in many matters, but it hasn't escaped them that they've likely got certain things in common with Magne. But that's never a question you just outright ask. Some people don't wish to tell, after all.
They laugh at "Gecko", though.
"The Gecko is what we call the part of the city we live in," they say. "It's like, a pun on the acronym for the committee what runs it. But, nu. What's a quirk?"
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"Plain! Yes, exactly!" Lev exclaims, with some relief. They're starting to feel less like they're in a place where no one will understand what's so upsetting about a face with only two eyes of any kind.
They feel at ease around Magne; it's always easier for them to deal with people who seem practical, who are nonetheless not upset by the fact Lev themself is a space cadet. They're conscious they've been rambling, and they do want to hear more about Magne and her world. And maybe find the time to ask a couple of questions—they're a little oblivious in many matters, but it hasn't escaped them that they've likely got certain things in common with Magne. But that's never a question you just outright ask. Some people don't wish to tell, after all.
They laugh at "Gecko", though.
"The Gecko is what we call the part of the city we live in," they say. "It's like, a pun on the acronym for the committee what runs it. But, nu. What's a quirk?"