His hand made a motion toward his hair, but he halted it before he could reach past his chin. Instead used it to wave off the offered napkin; he had his own and wouldn't use up one of hers. So he changes his hairstyle? That was less important than ascertaining just what Inoue-san had done to herself last night, but a last thought for the subject did pass: he hoped he got taller, too. That had to be a given, right? Even better if he was taller than Kurosaki...
It sounded as though Inoue-san had just slipped. She had an impressively hard skull. Still, he worried. A solid fall and impact on tile could crack the strongest bone - but, having already seen that she looked fine, only wrestled with a smile at the way she went on. Do you think we can sue? If only. Someday, he's resolved they'll have worse than that. It wasn't as difficult to resist the smile when her laughter sounded so off, when she said never mind and sat; his expression sobered as well. Once she sat, Uryuu followed, now taking and dabbing one of his napkins into his water glass.
"I've never heard of Tethe-alla or Sylvarant," he said, looking at Lloyd- no, Irving-san, then at Kratos-san, as he wiped at the stain on his shirt. He and Kratos-san had not exchanged much information about their worlds, not beyond the very minimum in regard to what they could do. "But, perhaps like that."
Irving-san looked to Kratos-san, his questions of strength and escape stalling Uryuu's explanation. Not that he could offer much in the way of sense, merely the observed and told. He looked down, as if dedicating his attention to the stain, while listening, a side-glance keeping their expressions in focus. Flying away, Irving-san said, and Uryuu remembered Kratos-san's shadow. Hadn't there been--
Inoue-san, on his periphery becoming more and more animated, even clutching at the table's edge, now burst into his thoughts with what may as well have been a stage whisper.
About aliens.
Uryuu startled, taken aback and blinking for it. "Er-"
The aliens at hand heard, of course, and Uryuu felt heat shooting up his neck as Kratos-san tensed and stared at Inoue-san, as Irving-san -- Uryuu blinked again, momentarily forgetting his fluster as his eyes moved from Kratos-san to Irving-san and found a striking similarity in their expressions. A similarity that went beyond a mirrored confusion. There was nothing definitive in it, and his attention jerked back to embarrassment when Irving-san denied his- er, his-
extraterrestiality.
"Of course not," he agreed weakly, looking between the not-aliens, and then to Inoue-san, waving his napkin at her. "Don't mind Inoue-san, she likes- I mean, technically, all of us are aliens if you really think about it, and- angel?"
His pounding head threatened to go on strike. Not that he paused; when Irving-san frowned back at Kratos-san, Uryuu turned to Inoue-san, wringing his napkin. Unfortunately, as it was paper, it tore in his hands.
"Inoue-san," he whispered, not all that quieter than her ill-volumed exclamation, "you can't just call people aliens! Besides-"
Too much to attend to, and his mind would not have him miss any of it. Despite his fluster, he kept an ear on what Irving-san said, and heard exsphere. Uryuu's focus shifted at that, his eyes seeking the hands of the other two. He had noticed it on Kratos-san's that night, and before, when Irving-san winced and his hands shook his tray, saw the same: an odd, spherical object that looked fused to the skin.
He'd wondered if it had anything to do with the man's abilities.
"Er- if I may," he interjected, setting the sad shreds of napkin back on the table in a neat pile.
"I believe Kratos-san had been about to observe" before Inoue-san's interruption, "that Irving-san looks as though he ran into some trouble last night. Of course, I know nothing of what you can do at your best, but I expect that your performance was notably subpar. Anyone with any ability beyond the norm finds it incredibly limited in the night, and-"
With a long look at Inoue-san, hoping to hold her eyes, and pointedly address one of the questions he felt sure troubled her.
"-completely absent during the day. There is no point asking the how, as no answer has been provided. Unless something of the like was revealed in the last two weeks."
no subject
His hand made a motion toward his hair, but he halted it before he could reach past his chin. Instead used it to wave off the offered napkin; he had his own and wouldn't use up one of hers. So he changes his hairstyle? That was less important than ascertaining just what Inoue-san had done to herself last night, but a last thought for the subject did pass: he hoped he got taller, too. That had to be a given, right? Even better if he was taller than Kurosaki...
It sounded as though Inoue-san had just slipped. She had an impressively hard skull. Still, he worried. A solid fall and impact on tile could crack the strongest bone - but, having already seen that she looked fine, only wrestled with a smile at the way she went on. Do you think we can sue? If only. Someday, he's resolved they'll have worse than that. It wasn't as difficult to resist the smile when her laughter sounded so off, when she said never mind and sat; his expression sobered as well. Once she sat, Uryuu followed, now taking and dabbing one of his napkins into his water glass.
"I've never heard of Tethe-alla or Sylvarant," he said, looking at Lloyd- no, Irving-san, then at Kratos-san, as he wiped at the stain on his shirt. He and Kratos-san had not exchanged much information about their worlds, not beyond the very minimum in regard to what they could do. "But, perhaps like that."
Irving-san looked to Kratos-san, his questions of strength and escape stalling Uryuu's explanation. Not that he could offer much in the way of sense, merely the observed and told. He looked down, as if dedicating his attention to the stain, while listening, a side-glance keeping their expressions in focus. Flying away, Irving-san said, and Uryuu remembered Kratos-san's shadow. Hadn't there been--
Inoue-san, on his periphery becoming more and more animated, even clutching at the table's edge, now burst into his thoughts with what may as well have been a stage whisper.
About aliens.
Uryuu startled, taken aback and blinking for it. "Er-"
The aliens at hand heard, of course, and Uryuu felt heat shooting up his neck as Kratos-san tensed and stared at Inoue-san, as Irving-san -- Uryuu blinked again, momentarily forgetting his fluster as his eyes moved from Kratos-san to Irving-san and found a striking similarity in their expressions. A similarity that went beyond a mirrored confusion. There was nothing definitive in it, and his attention jerked back to embarrassment when Irving-san denied his- er, his-
extraterrestiality.
"Of course not," he agreed weakly, looking between the not-aliens, and then to Inoue-san, waving his napkin at her. "Don't mind Inoue-san, she likes- I mean, technically, all of us are aliens if you really think about it, and- angel?"
His pounding head threatened to go on strike. Not that he paused; when Irving-san frowned back at Kratos-san, Uryuu turned to Inoue-san, wringing his napkin. Unfortunately, as it was paper, it tore in his hands.
"Inoue-san," he whispered, not all that quieter than her ill-volumed exclamation, "you can't just call people aliens! Besides-"
Too much to attend to, and his mind would not have him miss any of it. Despite his fluster, he kept an ear on what Irving-san said, and heard exsphere. Uryuu's focus shifted at that, his eyes seeking the hands of the other two. He had noticed it on Kratos-san's that night, and before, when Irving-san winced and his hands shook his tray, saw the same: an odd, spherical object that looked fused to the skin.
He'd wondered if it had anything to do with the man's abilities.
"Er- if I may," he interjected, setting the sad shreds of napkin back on the table in a neat pile.
"I believe Kratos-san had been about to observe" before Inoue-san's interruption, "that Irving-san looks as though he ran into some trouble last night. Of course, I know nothing of what you can do at your best, but I expect that your performance was notably subpar. Anyone with any ability beyond the norm finds it incredibly limited in the night, and-"
With a long look at Inoue-san, hoping to hold her eyes, and pointedly address one of the questions he felt sure troubled her.
"-completely absent during the day. There is no point asking the how, as no answer has been provided. Unless something of the like was revealed in the last two weeks."