"What are you talking about? My confidence is a delicate flower, it needs nourishment." He settled into a slightly less undignified position. Nothing seemed to phase Alle, but he had to admit he was more than a little surprised at how old both Renji and Daemon were. Must be one hell of a moisturizer.
"Damn," Badou muttered. "You should bottle that shit and sell it." He shrugged it off, though, because really... this was the institute. One of the best and worst things about it was that everything was possible.
Case and point: now he was listening to a centuries-old guy dissecting Dracula and it didn't even make his top twenty list for weirdest shit that had happened this week. Actually, it was even kinda familiar. He'd paraphrased a book report once that went along those lines.
He shook his head at Daemon. "No elves or vampires in my world. That I know of, I mean. We might have some..." He stopped short of saying fetish mutants. "They might have made something like that minus the magic, I guess. We've got kids with horns and wings, why not a few well-preserved old guys?"
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"Damn," Badou muttered. "You should bottle that shit and sell it." He shrugged it off, though, because really... this was the institute. One of the best and worst things about it was that everything was possible.
Case and point: now he was listening to a centuries-old guy dissecting Dracula and it didn't even make his top twenty list for weirdest shit that had happened this week. Actually, it was even kinda familiar. He'd paraphrased a book report once that went along those lines.
He shook his head at Daemon. "No elves or vampires in my world. That I know of, I mean. We might have some..." He stopped short of saying fetish mutants. "They might have made something like that minus the magic, I guess. We've got kids with horns and wings, why not a few well-preserved old guys?"