[He smiles, unrepentantly smug. Have a rumbling huff and a tiny static-zap to her fingers, his disagreement with the girl's self-doubt.]
Nonsense, nonsense. Every system needs beauty in it, of all sorts. Some build magnificent buildings and excitable vehicles, yes, but the insides seem as low-resolution and bland as when the MCP was in charge. They need a hand that knows the ways of making things liveable.
[A brief form-shift to bring more leonine features to his face, just so he can nudge you with his nose.]
Do not doubt yourself so readily, Trace, or I shall sit on you and persuade you of the error in your logic processors. [A teasing smirk from once-more-humanoid features.]
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Nonsense, nonsense. Every system needs beauty in it, of all sorts. Some build magnificent buildings and excitable vehicles, yes, but the insides seem as low-resolution and bland as when the MCP was in charge. They need a hand that knows the ways of making things liveable.
[A brief form-shift to bring more leonine features to his face, just so he can nudge you with his nose.]
Do not doubt yourself so readily, Trace, or I shall sit on you and persuade you of the error in your logic processors. [A teasing smirk from once-more-humanoid features.]