[ Deb's been ... aware of vampires being a thing on the ship and knows there's some kind of system set up with blood donation or synthesizing or something. She places it in the same mental category of "okay then, what the fuck ever" as when people talk about all the science fiction problems with the ship. It's not something she's comfortable with, but she grudgingly believes it's real, and doesn't think about it much more than that.
Being faced with an actual vampire (who she knows is a vampire, unlike her perfectly mundane and likeable therapist) who looks like he's coming off a major high and about to crash hard if he doesn't get another hit makes it much more present and relevant to her. Her hand flexes slightly on her gun, though she doesn't lower it; her tone's deliberately light as she speaks ] Sure. I know I always have trouble with the straws on juice boxes. [ Hal she is not going to take her eyes off you for a second.
...Although she's charmed enough by Edgeworth's offer to smile in his direction. ] That's...that's sweet of you, but you'd better keep 'em on. They wouldn't fit and it wouldn't help me to have to be hitching my britches every two steps. [ Besides, even if she wishes she had slacks on right now, she's pretty sure she's far more comfortable being underclad than Edgeworth would be. But...thanks.
But I'm pretty sure we should all be worrying about being stuck who the fuck knows where for who the fuck knows how long, who the fuck knows why. Not the turkey or whether I'm wearing pants. Any ideas?
"with the turkey in pursuit" omg still cracking up
Being faced with an actual vampire (who she knows is a vampire, unlike her perfectly mundane and likeable therapist) who looks like he's coming off a major high and about to crash hard if he doesn't get another hit makes it much more present and relevant to her. Her hand flexes slightly on her gun, though she doesn't lower it; her tone's deliberately light as she speaks ] Sure. I know I always have trouble with the straws on juice boxes. [ Hal she is not going to take her eyes off you for a second.
...Although she's charmed enough by Edgeworth's offer to smile in his direction. ] That's...that's sweet of you, but you'd better keep 'em on. They wouldn't fit and it wouldn't help me to have to be hitching my britches every two steps. [ Besides, even if she wishes she had slacks on right now, she's pretty sure she's far more comfortable being underclad than Edgeworth would be. But...thanks.
But I'm pretty sure we should all be worrying about being stuck who the fuck knows where for who the fuck knows how long, who the fuck knows why. Not the turkey or whether I'm wearing pants. Any ideas?