[Palamedes scoffs, giving his side a gentle pinch. Respect the little kicks, sir, thank you. He's already enamored by the machine, and the floating, and the dancing - and yet there's still more enamored to be, judging by the horrendous amount of fondness radiating from his smile while Viktor talks about the pipboy and their technology. Oh yeah, that's the stuff...]
We could cut a few gems? Will you let me use the laser?
[Said as if to say, pleeeease and also I promise not to burn anything. He's making a great case for himself, or so he believes. But that's what lasers are for, aren't they? To slice up gems like lunch meat to put into pipboys?
They can work out the laser permissions in a minute; he tilts his head just so to kiss Viktor on the nose, at the peak of his sentiment.]
All of that and everything else. With you, it's always better. [Saccharine, but true; imagining having to deal with this place without Viktor's support is, hm, terrible! Wouldn't like it. Nah.] Always.
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We could cut a few gems? Will you let me use the laser?
[Said as if to say, pleeeease and also I promise not to burn anything. He's making a great case for himself, or so he believes. But that's what lasers are for, aren't they? To slice up gems like lunch meat to put into pipboys?
They can work out the laser permissions in a minute; he tilts his head just so to kiss Viktor on the nose, at the peak of his sentiment.]
All of that and everything else. With you, it's always better. [Saccharine, but true; imagining having to deal with this place without Viktor's support is, hm, terrible! Wouldn't like it. Nah.] Always.
[...Oh, yes, this is their Wedding,] I do.