Ix's one saving grace was that he did not have any of the obvious tells that plagued Nova, no curling tentacles or blushing cheeks.
Well. Sort of. In a way. But she couldn't see in ultraviolet, so. It was not, for the most part, terribly relevant. It hadn't come up yet, anyway.
His mouth softened in a not-quite-smile, an admirable pokerface. "You say that now," he said, "but what if I start trying to do something really terrible?" That sounded more suggestive than he'd intended. Or maybe more horrifying. "Like punning. Aggressively punning." Or maybe she liked puns. Maybe that would be the true harbinger of doom in their relationship. Disparate opinions on puns.
Opunions.
He immediately misinterpreted her furrowed brow. Was she not enjoying herself? Should he have gone with his first instinct, and lost deliberately? He really wished Kreska hadn't said anything. He was probably imagining problems where there weren't any.
"If I was trying to con you," he said, "we'd need to have some kind of bet going. For instance: 'if I win, then you have to'..." He frowned as he trailed off. "I can't actually think of anything. There isn't anything I want you to do that would require a bet. I don't think. Generally if I want something I just. Tell you. Usually. Hm."
"Racing games?" he repeated, with some surprise. "Kreska likes those. I stopped playing with her because she always wins." In part thanks to her uncanny ability to use glitches in her favor.
Oh. Ooooh.
His gaze went briefly distant as things fell into place.
"Nova," he said gently, one hand gently stroking her cheek as another took her hand, pulled her back onto the platform. "Don't worry about it, okay? I completely understand." He kissed her forehead, as reassuring as he could be as the platform moved them to the next hole. After all, he'd seen some of the most patient people he'd ever met lose their cool in the face of Kreska's 'not cheating'. Of course Kreska would assume that the problem was with the other player, rather than her.
Yes. This was fine. Everything was fine.
Despite this certainty, his next lazy swing aimed deliberately wide of the hole. Just to be safe. Unfortunately, this put it directly in the path of the dragon-shaped automated drone that was intended to make hitting the mark more difficult.
It hit the tiny dragon in the face.
The tiny dragon took a nosedive.
The ball bounced straight toward the hole.
He stared.
"What the fuck?" he demanded finally. He leaned over the edge of the rail to see toward the ground near where they were floating, where the robotic dragon had fallen. "What the fuck?" he asked again.
Well. Sort of. In a way. But she couldn't see in ultraviolet, so. It was not, for the most part, terribly relevant. It hadn't come up yet, anyway.
His mouth softened in a not-quite-smile, an admirable pokerface. "You say that now," he said, "but what if I start trying to do something really terrible?" That sounded more suggestive than he'd intended. Or maybe more horrifying. "Like punning. Aggressively punning." Or maybe she liked puns. Maybe that would be the true harbinger of doom in their relationship. Disparate opinions on puns.
Opunions.
He immediately misinterpreted her furrowed brow. Was she not enjoying herself? Should he have gone with his first instinct, and lost deliberately? He really wished Kreska hadn't said anything. He was probably imagining problems where there weren't any.
"If I was trying to con you," he said, "we'd need to have some kind of bet going. For instance: 'if I win, then you have to'..." He frowned as he trailed off. "I can't actually think of anything. There isn't anything I want you to do that would require a bet. I don't think. Generally if I want something I just. Tell you. Usually. Hm."
"Racing games?" he repeated, with some surprise. "Kreska likes those. I stopped playing with her because she always wins." In part thanks to her uncanny ability to use glitches in her favor.
Oh. Ooooh.
His gaze went briefly distant as things fell into place.
"Nova," he said gently, one hand gently stroking her cheek as another took her hand, pulled her back onto the platform. "Don't worry about it, okay? I completely understand." He kissed her forehead, as reassuring as he could be as the platform moved them to the next hole. After all, he'd seen some of the most patient people he'd ever met lose their cool in the face of Kreska's 'not cheating'. Of course Kreska would assume that the problem was with the other player, rather than her.
Yes. This was fine. Everything was fine.
Despite this certainty, his next lazy swing aimed deliberately wide of the hole. Just to be safe. Unfortunately, this put it directly in the path of the dragon-shaped automated drone that was intended to make hitting the mark more difficult.
It hit the tiny dragon in the face.
The tiny dragon took a nosedive.
The ball bounced straight toward the hole.
He stared.
"What the fuck?" he demanded finally. He leaned over the edge of the rail to see toward the ground near where they were floating, where the robotic dragon had fallen. "What the fuck?" he asked again.
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