[They haven't spoken since Kavinsky was chastised for his fashion choices. He recalls the exchange going something like him saying a lot of understandable commentary on how clothing defines you as do all personal affects whether or not you want that heavy a burden, while she was all blah blah mission blah blah ruin it blah blah wear this. He remembers it fondly, like a caramel stuck to the roof his mouth, tasty enough to recall but not the best experience at the time of consumption.]
Oh, yeah. Just waiting for Space Moses.
[As a point of reference, he'll supply a mental image of a human man in a toga carrying a slab with nondescript writing. You know, Moses.
But after that he'll give her a look, sidelong and, despite himself, curious.]
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Oh, yeah. Just waiting for Space Moses.
[As a point of reference, he'll supply a mental image of a human man in a toga carrying a slab with nondescript writing. You know, Moses.
But after that he'll give her a look, sidelong and, despite himself, curious.]
What's with you?