βIs that any way to greet an old friend, kitten?β
Leaning back toward the exit now.
β more neutral. Pushing themself up onto the edge of a nearby console, they carefully fold one leg over the other. βOh, boo. You know, kicking out a guest is a big no-no β especially when they come bearing gifts.β
Itβs only now that they pull a small diamond-shaped piece of technology from their β
β person, holding it up between their thumb and index finger and dangling it a little as they look at it thoughtfully.
βFirst oneβs tech, Iβd say. No idea what it does, but a little purple birdie told me youβre working on something pretty big. Thought this could help.β
They blink, a slow β
β with a thoughtful expression β specifically her hair.
They sigh.
βMaybe you have a point...β Slowly, they begin to circle the scientist, examining her closely. Coming to a stop in front of her again, thereβs a brief moment where their form turns black, glittering specks of their magic dancing β
βIt seems to do the trick just fine on everyone else,β comes their dismissive response, waving Entraptaβs comments off with a slender hand.
But then again, when have they ever settled for mediocrity before? Constructive criticism should be valued, not cast aside defensively.
They eye Entrapta β
