[He comes in not really bothered that much be the annoying voice. He was used to annoyed people. In fact, somehow seeing such a man with such an expression dressed in white is so familiar and so expected to be accompanied by annoyance that somehow it just makes perfect sense. A cultivator who wears all white will always be sour. That somehow was a truth of the world.
Well, maybe not one hundred percent truth, but truth enough.
As for the rest of the apartment, it all felt familiar as well, perhaps not the machines, but the mess? Definitely. It was the sort of mess he made when lost in thought, or by just being careless with himself. The way drawings and notes were all around, this was very similar to how he operated, and would still operate if he weren't cleaned up after.
What an interesting person! He wanted to know more about these creations.
Carefully walking through so as not to step on anything, he pauses a moment to read some of them and look at them closely. He had completely forgotten why he was here already.]
What are these? They look interesting. How do they work? What do they do?
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Well, maybe not one hundred percent truth, but truth enough.
As for the rest of the apartment, it all felt familiar as well, perhaps not the machines, but the mess? Definitely. It was the sort of mess he made when lost in thought, or by just being careless with himself. The way drawings and notes were all around, this was very similar to how he operated, and would still operate if he weren't cleaned up after.
What an interesting person! He wanted to know more about these creations.
Carefully walking through so as not to step on anything, he pauses a moment to read some of them and look at them closely. He had completely forgotten why he was here already.]
What are these? They look interesting. How do they work? What do they do?