[ Ian huffs out a laugh, and there's an expression on his face reminiscent to the one somebody would wear when giving their friend a hard time - or being on the receiving end of it. ]
So you were fucking with me a little.
[ Probably not deliberately, he acknowledges that. Not in the sense that he gave a shit about what Ian thought, not that he was setting something up to pull the rug out, just... He could've mentioned that sooner, right? Like, around the time Ian tried to convince him most powers weren't combat related?
Or maybe not, maybe his give a shit is just the lowest out of anyone Ian's ever met - including a lovely bunch of aliens.
Whatever the answer, Ian can only shake his head and dip his eyes back down to the table with his little glowing cube thing.
Alright, man. Well, you're welcome. ]
Fucking magic karate.
[ He mutters, picking up his screwdriver.
With the flattest expression ever, he looks Nathan in the eyes and changes it from a fork shape to a spoon shape.
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So you were fucking with me a little.
[ Probably not deliberately, he acknowledges that. Not in the sense that he gave a shit about what Ian thought, not that he was setting something up to pull the rug out, just... He could've mentioned that sooner, right? Like, around the time Ian tried to convince him most powers weren't combat related?
Or maybe not, maybe his give a shit is just the lowest out of anyone Ian's ever met - including a lovely bunch of aliens.
Whatever the answer, Ian can only shake his head and dip his eyes back down to the table with his little glowing cube thing.
Alright, man. Well, you're welcome. ]
Fucking magic karate.
[ He mutters, picking up his screwdriver.
With the flattest expression ever, he looks Nathan in the eyes and changes it from a fork shape to a spoon shape.
Congratulations on your badass power, new guy.
Damn it. ]