[ It's hardly surprising that Rye has been skulking around the laptops, waiting for somebody to finish. His reliance on anything digital was already questionable, and that was before he inherited magic and created the ability to put himself inside the machines with all those ones and zeros.
That's a party trick he's keeping under wraps for now, something he forgets he's thinking about as somebody slides their chair out without warning and he catches his hip. ]
Watch out. Some of us have no love for being thrown around like a ragdoll.
[ Perhaps a smidge dramatic, and so are the arms that fold defensively over his chest as his eyes automatically drop down to the laptop screen still on the desk. ]
...funny kind of survey. Why is it asking you that?
You don't really fit the profile of somebody I'd be expecting to take a What Monster Am I quiz. Not goth enough. And certainly not teenage girl enough.
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That's a party trick he's keeping under wraps for now, something he forgets he's thinking about as somebody slides their chair out without warning and he catches his hip. ]
Watch out. Some of us have no love for being thrown around like a ragdoll.
[ Perhaps a smidge dramatic, and so are the arms that fold defensively over his chest as his eyes automatically drop down to the laptop screen still on the desk. ]
...funny kind of survey. Why is it asking you that?
You don't really fit the profile of somebody I'd be expecting to take a What Monster Am I quiz. Not goth enough. And certainly not teenage girl enough.