[Again, he sweeps his gaze over Connor's uniformed jacket and denim trousers, the impeccably straight necktie and neatly sideswept hair. And again, ends on the LED.
Fashion is the small puzzle he'd initially set for himself to at the square one of pursuit of bigger and more cosmological puzzles, but he finds himself already on the brink of another one, the clothing options in his hand fading to the background.]
Nor is it mine. Not this century's, at least. But if this is the style befitting the time, then casual it will be. [There's plenty to be curious about as to to the source of his second opinion, and the ever-so-slight pause before the man delivers said opinion--in as staunchly academic a tone as one can have.] One more question: what is that, exactly? There.
[No need to clarify where there might be; he's stayed trained on Connor's temple all while speaking. He's come to the conclusion it's a source of an illumination, but... attached. Boggling.]
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Fashion is the small puzzle he'd initially set for himself to at the square one of pursuit of bigger and more cosmological puzzles, but he finds himself already on the brink of another one, the clothing options in his hand fading to the background.]
Nor is it mine. Not this century's, at least. But if this is the style befitting the time, then casual it will be. [There's plenty to be curious about as to to the source of his second opinion, and the ever-so-slight pause before the man delivers said opinion--in as staunchly academic a tone as one can have.] One more question: what is that, exactly? There.
[No need to clarify where there might be; he's stayed trained on Connor's temple all while speaking. He's come to the conclusion it's a source of an illumination, but... attached. Boggling.]