[Good. M.K.'s no slouch and no child. So says his pride, and the remaining bit of his disoriented, roiling stomach that doesn't know what to make of being whisked through a hole in the world.
And that pride allows for the slightest buzz of annoyance that on top of his extraordinary abilities, this strange person is floating him questions as-easy-as-you-please as he swings his massive scythe around, like they're having a casual chat over tea. He's impressed--and definitely not about to show it.]
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And that pride allows for the slightest buzz of annoyance that on top of his extraordinary abilities, this strange person is floating him questions as-easy-as-you-please as he swings his massive scythe around, like they're having a casual chat over tea. He's impressed--and definitely not about to show it.]
Ask me later.
[Maybe when not batting away tooth and claw.]