[ To the professor's credit, he saves himself from the other trying to blast something nasty across his mental eyeline as recompense for calling him out, and continuing to call him out, as a virgin who can't drive. As pitches go, "get your act together, get laid" is stunningly effective for a teenage boy.
To Thale's credit, he reads it through, twice (quite the read, too). He's had so little to be grateful for; expressions of gratitude are a foreign skill issue. He makes a mental note to mull over his rusted limits communicating how invaluable simple understanding is while the laughter subsides and he gets his breath back. ]
Jesus Christ
Mate
Don't ever say courtship again. I'm saying this for your sake. Fucking hell.
[ It's a beautiful dream off someone else's proverbial tongue. ]
I make people bleed out their orifices when they get close. It's worse when another psychic gets wagging their tail.
[ That is to say, in so many words, if that's a deal breaker he ought to know what kind of uncontrolled walking Chernobyl-before-it-was-Chernobyl he's dealing with and how behind Thale actually is in the telepathic do-it-yourself program. ]
no subject
To Thale's credit, he reads it through, twice (quite the read, too). He's had so little to be grateful for; expressions of gratitude are a foreign skill issue. He makes a mental note to mull over his rusted limits communicating how invaluable simple understanding is while the laughter subsides and he gets his breath back. ]
Jesus Christ
Mate
Don't ever say courtship again. I'm saying this for your sake. Fucking hell.
[ It's a beautiful dream off someone else's proverbial tongue. ]
I make people bleed out their orifices when they get close. It's worse when another psychic gets wagging their tail.
[ That is to say, in so many words, if that's a deal breaker he ought to know what kind of uncontrolled walking Chernobyl-before-it-was-Chernobyl he's dealing with and how behind Thale actually is in the telepathic do-it-yourself program. ]