[ Well gee, sorry, but she's not the only one being irritated by this sudden conversation. He's not even a little bit sure why she's suddenly latched on to this idea, but he's pretty sure whoever put her on the trail of it is going to be on the wrong end of some very creative cyberbullying.
To a degree, going downstairs was three things: a clear sign that he was finished with the topic and unwilling to divulge more information; that she was interrupting him in the middle of something else; and he simply felt less exposed and caught off-guard in his workshop than he did standing dumbly halfway in the top of the staircase. If it's truly a topic she wants to explore, she'll put the effort into it.
Although, that sort of effort is just irritating. He takes a quick step backwards because wow serious invasion of his personal bubble there, not cool, and now he's just openly scowling at her, coming to a stop a good two or three steps back - it wasn't a retreat, it wasn't, he just needs the space - and crossing his arms defensively. The way his holds his shoulders, his arms rest a little higher than they would have otherwise, relatively unnoticeable save for the fact that it effectively shields the light from the reactor behind them. It would look slightly more impressive if he weren't still holding a half-eaten apple in one hand, though. ]
I'm sure it's in whatever file you were looking at already. That is why you came to ask, right? [ And no, that wasn't sarcastically feigned ignorance at all. ] It's happened at least twice since we've known each other. Extrapolate for yourself. Or keep reading, I don't really care, since it doesn't matter. It happens. [ And he's shrugging, brushing it off and just turning to another screen, since she won't let him get near his desk. ] Half the reason there's such a big tae-kwon-do hoo-hah after school movement.
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To a degree, going downstairs was three things: a clear sign that he was finished with the topic and unwilling to divulge more information; that she was interrupting him in the middle of something else; and he simply felt less exposed and caught off-guard in his workshop than he did standing dumbly halfway in the top of the staircase. If it's truly a topic she wants to explore, she'll put the effort into it.
Although, that sort of effort is just irritating. He takes a quick step backwards because wow serious invasion of his personal bubble there, not cool, and now he's just openly scowling at her, coming to a stop a good two or three steps back - it wasn't a retreat, it wasn't, he just needs the space - and crossing his arms defensively. The way his holds his shoulders, his arms rest a little higher than they would have otherwise, relatively unnoticeable save for the fact that it effectively shields the light from the reactor behind them. It would look slightly more impressive if he weren't still holding a half-eaten apple in one hand, though. ]
I'm sure it's in whatever file you were looking at already. That is why you came to ask, right? [ And no, that wasn't sarcastically feigned ignorance at all. ] It's happened at least twice since we've known each other. Extrapolate for yourself. Or keep reading, I don't really care, since it doesn't matter. It happens. [ And he's shrugging, brushing it off and just turning to another screen, since she won't let him get near his desk. ] Half the reason there's such a big tae-kwon-do hoo-hah after school movement.