[ There's nothing quite as strange as feeling the new hosts awaken. A light mental tug, and the feeling that something is incomplete but soon won't be. He'd rolled his eyes at Lexa's question — "You feel me, don't you? Feel us." — but he understands what she meant now, the indescribable sense of knowing. Knowing someone's near, knowing what it's like inside their heads, knowing that something is coming.
He feels like he should get a swiveling chair and wait for the new hosts to show up in Bearings. Then, when they come in the door, he'll swivel around, petting a white cat, and say, "I've been expecting you."
Unfortunately, there simply isn't enough time to gather the necessary materials. (It would've been great, though.) When he arrives, Rhys has only just gotten in, and is yanking off his gloves (two pairs; the fingerless taser gloves over yellow ones, the height of fashion) as fast as he can. Next comes the jacket. Completely contradictory to the unseasonably warm clothing are the sunglasses tucked into his shirt. Overall, he's a mess, clumsily covering up his visible mechanical parts to remain under the biochauvinist radar. He's probably on the fashion police's radar, now, though. ]
You, [ he says when he spots the Darkling, pointing in his direction. ] I've been expecting you.
[ God, it doesn't sound as cool when you're not swiveling in a chair and petting a cat. ]
Never mind, forget I said that, that fell flat. Hey, is what I meant to say.
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He feels like he should get a swiveling chair and wait for the new hosts to show up in Bearings. Then, when they come in the door, he'll swivel around, petting a white cat, and say, "I've been expecting you."
Unfortunately, there simply isn't enough time to gather the necessary materials. (It would've been great, though.) When he arrives, Rhys has only just gotten in, and is yanking off his gloves (two pairs; the fingerless taser gloves over yellow ones, the height of fashion) as fast as he can. Next comes the jacket. Completely contradictory to the unseasonably warm clothing are the sunglasses tucked into his shirt. Overall, he's a mess, clumsily covering up his visible mechanical parts to remain under the biochauvinist radar. He's probably on the fashion police's radar, now, though. ]
You, [ he says when he spots the Darkling, pointing in his direction. ] I've been expecting you.
[ God, it doesn't sound as cool when you're not swiveling in a chair and petting a cat. ]
Never mind, forget I said that, that fell flat. Hey, is what I meant to say.