[ His smile widens, disbelief in the corners of his eyes. The sass on this woman, he thinks, and frankly, he thinks it miraculous that he even had the chance to experience it, firsthand. For a while there, he legitimately thought it would've been easier to coax a joke out of a tree than one Emma Cullen.
(He has a stray thought, too, muffled and barely there, little more than a spark. It says, That smile ain't half bad.)
It's better to keep things light, in his eyes, despite the dark turns his thoughts have taken as of late. Better to fight with a bit of pep, or else the weight of the dead will drag you down. ]
Suits you, sure. It sure as hell don't suit me, though.
[ It's a certain level of formality that Faraday isn't used to. Makes him chafe a little, feel uncomfortable. Like that little modicum of respect might actually mean he has something to live up to.
Better to temper expectations. ]
If we're gonna be fightin' together, then we can't have that distance. [ That's his excuse, anyway, though even the lilt in his voice turns it into a joke. ] We can't be fellows if you keep callin' me "mister," now can we?
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(He has a stray thought, too, muffled and barely there, little more than a spark. It says, That smile ain't half bad.)
It's better to keep things light, in his eyes, despite the dark turns his thoughts have taken as of late. Better to fight with a bit of pep, or else the weight of the dead will drag you down. ]
Suits you, sure. It sure as hell don't suit me, though.
[ It's a certain level of formality that Faraday isn't used to. Makes him chafe a little, feel uncomfortable. Like that little modicum of respect might actually mean he has something to live up to.
Better to temper expectations. ]
If we're gonna be fightin' together, then we can't have that distance. [ That's his excuse, anyway, though even the lilt in his voice turns it into a joke. ] We can't be fellows if you keep callin' me "mister," now can we?