[In their short time spent as 'roommates', Prometheus has learned that he'd hear Rinzler approaching via that constant rumbling of his before all else. To think, the program had the gall to say that Prometheus is the one with errors? Either whoever modified him hardcoded him to ignore the sound of his own errors or Rinzler's even further in denial than the Maverick had originally pegged him as (talk about the kettle calling the pot black). Still, he's in no hurry to acknowledge the other, waiting until he finishes on last line before he turns at the waist to look at Rinzler]
... [He grins when he spots the questioning gaze]
Why? [he spins the little knife in his hand with a flourish before using it to point at Rinzler] That's the question I ought to be asking you. Considering the subject seems to have gotten himself lost
[the scathing way he refers to Axl is unlike any other conversation he's had with Rinzler... Or anyone else in the school. There was always some sort of mocking lilt in his tone, a mysterious edge to it that couldn't be identified immediately. Here, the dislike is clear even though he continues to wear that ever present smile]
But since you asked so nicely first... [Promete plz he jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the painting; Painted!Axl's sporting a moustache carved out of paint now] I'm working on improving it and my mood.
[he drops his hand and leans to one side, almost lounging]
You don't look angry at all at what I'm doing, so I gotta ask: what's a practical guy like you doing with a painting like this anyway?
probably should have set the time to the last week of November/beginning of Dec...
... [He grins when he spots the questioning gaze]
Why? [he spins the little knife in his hand with a flourish before using it to point at Rinzler] That's the question I ought to be asking you. Considering the subject seems to have gotten himself lost
[the scathing way he refers to Axl is unlike any other conversation he's had with Rinzler... Or anyone else in the school. There was always some sort of mocking lilt in his tone, a mysterious edge to it that couldn't be identified immediately. Here, the dislike is clear even though he continues to wear that ever present smile]
But since you asked so nicely first... [
Promete plzhe jerks a thumb over his shoulder to the painting; Painted!Axl's sporting a moustache carved out of paint now] I'm working on improving it and my mood.[he drops his hand and leans to one side, almost lounging]
You don't look angry at all at what I'm doing, so I gotta ask: what's a practical guy like you doing with a painting like this anyway?