In one fell swoop, Alice has both freed him (his hair disentangled from the hedge with such aggressive skill and alacrity that the Director is left starstruck in his savior's wake...!) and introduced her heel to his shin, kicking him with no measure of remorse, nor the slightest measure of hesitance (how scary...).
Almost, he forgets to flinch, aware that such a sound impact (even from so very slight a girl) should still hurt, at least to an extent. And so: his wince is delayed, the reaction time slow enough to be considered as odd, but when one has been robbed of all sensation save for an ever-present thrum of pain throughout the body...
What more might be expected of him, the good Director who, in his embarrassment, cants his head to the side, smiling still, his hands carding though the long fall of his hair to smooth out the strands before...!
Something occurs to him— ]
Ah? So you are familiar with programmable matter and its various applications, Miss Liddell?
[ He wouldn't have thought! Though the technology is not, precisely, new it is rare enough to be evocative of surprise (and more than that, distrust), and so--...
Sion is relieved, as the little sphere of light hovers into the air overhead, twinkling brightly in the onset of the dark.
And as for that second comment--...
Haven't they already been through it once before? ]
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In one fell swoop, Alice has both freed him (his hair disentangled from the hedge with such aggressive skill and alacrity that the Director is left starstruck in his savior's wake...!) and introduced her heel to his shin, kicking him with no measure of remorse, nor the slightest measure of hesitance (how scary...).
Almost, he forgets to flinch, aware that such a sound impact (even from so very slight a girl) should still hurt, at least to an extent. And so: his wince is delayed, the reaction time slow enough to be considered as odd, but when one has been robbed of all sensation save for an ever-present thrum of pain throughout the body...
What more might be expected of him, the good Director who, in his embarrassment, cants his head to the side, smiling still, his hands carding though the long fall of his hair to smooth out the strands before...!
Something occurs to him— ]
Ah? So you are familiar with programmable matter and its various applications, Miss Liddell?
[ He wouldn't have thought! Though the technology is not, precisely, new it is rare enough to be evocative of surprise (and more than that, distrust), and so--...
Sion is relieved, as the little sphere of light hovers into the air overhead, twinkling brightly in the onset of the dark.
And as for that second comment--...
Haven't they already been through it once before? ]