Crabb's used to following along by now, but she still shakes her head again. "I swear even when you scientists ain't doin' it yourself you're still findin' ways to break physics somehow..."
"This isn't even breaking physics. Other than the 99 limit per item rule. That's a bit of a break. There's an EVO who swallowed up a whole town inside of a pocket dimension only she could access. She could also create portals at will. And I've considered making myself my own pocket dimension back home, but it was too much work and could've caused some nastiness if its anchor was too damaged, so I just got a vest with more pockets."
César fucking Salazar, folks. It was too much work. Which he lists first before probably something like a crater the size of a city block. Who knows with him!
"...yeah, that still sounds like breakin' physics to my ears. I know we're in some kinda contained dimension, but carryin' one around in your pockets sounds more physics break-y than that does."
She is not the science minded person in the League, this is all nuts to her regardless.
"Do I like— oh, the filin' thing?" Christ, the way brains like his and Bastrop's zip can still give her whiplash. "Yeah, sure I do. Looks good, should suit my needs just fine."
César's grin turns a bit lopsided when he realizes he switched topics on her too fast. "Good! It was nice to get into some woodworking again. Let me know if I can make anything else for you—I'm dying of boredom."
"Try not t'actually die of boredom, pretty sure that'd upset some folks," she jokes. "I'll keep it in mind. Ain't got anythin' else I can think of I'd need right now."
"Don't worry, my husbands have been valiantly preventing that." Then César's brain catches up with what he's said and then he stammers. "Uhm, I mean...."
Crabb just... blinks, at him, for a moment, before her face cracks as she snort-laughs, hanging her head and covering her face. "Jeezus Christ, César."
César stares at her in horror until finally his own face cracks. He starts laughing vibrantly at himself. And he even has to lean against the nearby wall to keep himself upright.
It isn't even all that funny, to be honest. It just feels funny. Something so stupid and mundane in this strange place.
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Crabb's used to following along by now, but she still shakes her head again. "I swear even when you scientists ain't doin' it yourself you're still findin' ways to break physics somehow..."
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César fucking Salazar, folks. It was too much work. Which he lists first before probably something like a crater the size of a city block. Who knows with him!
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"...yeah, that still sounds like breakin' physics to my ears. I know we're in some kinda contained dimension, but carryin' one around in your pockets sounds more physics break-y than that does."
She is not the science minded person in the League, this is all nuts to her regardless.
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"Do I like— oh, the filin' thing?" Christ, the way brains like his and Bastrop's zip can still give her whiplash. "Yeah, sure I do. Looks good, should suit my needs just fine."
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"Try not t'actually die of boredom, pretty sure that'd upset some folks," she jokes. "I'll keep it in mind. Ain't got anythin' else I can think of I'd need right now."
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Sorry buddy you rolled a 1.
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Crabb just... blinks, at him, for a moment, before her face cracks as she snort-laughs, hanging her head and covering her face. "Jeezus Christ, César."
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It isn't even all that funny, to be honest. It just feels funny. Something so stupid and mundane in this strange place.