[ She reminds him of that seaweed-headed nun from 1-B. Too full up of some notion of delicacy when it came to direct conversation, and it's driving him up the wall. There's a tic in one corner of his mouth, the muffled sound of grinding teeth as evidence of his confusion feeding into his temper. ]
What kinda' plant does that make you?
[ It sounds like a stupid question; his tone, careful and terse, suggests he has a reason for asking it. Hidden depths. ]
no subject
[ She reminds him of that seaweed-headed nun from 1-B. Too full up of some notion of delicacy when it came to direct conversation, and it's driving him up the wall. There's a tic in one corner of his mouth, the muffled sound of grinding teeth as evidence of his confusion feeding into his temper. ]
What kinda' plant does that make you?
[ It sounds like a stupid question; his tone, careful and terse, suggests he has a reason for asking it. Hidden depths. ]