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/// Repost and bold what your muse can do! Italics for what they could do but never attempted.

“Dullard? Tsk.” He was fun! And bright–not in a brainy sense but he could be clever when the time was right. But color him intrigued if it would help him find strong fighters. 

“I sort of get it. But a lot of the words you say don’t really make sense. I guess I’m more of a visual learner. It’s easy for me to learn a move or technique just seeing it a few times in action. But crap like theories and hippopotamuses goes right over my head.”

He could definitely feel the condecending attitude from Fu. He shoots him a glare as a silent reminder that bruisers like himself have been bullying nerds like him since time immemorial. 

“I’m surprised you knew that word!”

What a surprise! He thought pulling words out of a dictionary might hide his condescending tone. But! He continued on. 

A visual learner. That’s what he could see from Shallot. Though, maybe drawing pictures would help? There wasn’t a way to get hands on with things like gasses and such. 

“Sounds boring.” He shrugs. 

Nothing could deflate him quicker than ‘studying’. Shallot was more of a ‘watch and do as he sees’ kind of guy. He made a face, not really sure what to think of this guy. A ‘nerd’ would probably be apt. 

The science stuff was cool to watch, but actually learning about it and hearing how complicated it was was something he couldn’t stand still for.

“Well, maybe to a dullard like you! I find solace in studying the wonders of the universe though. In fact, it could help people like you find all the strong fighters you so ecstatically want to brawl!”

The demon snorted, pushing up his glasses. Geez, this was getting a little frustrating! It was just like explaining robots to Cumber again. He almost was losing the patience to try and explain everything in the way he does.

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“Here you are, dollface. A heart with eight chambers. I hear the race this comes from has two of everything, so- I don’t think they’re missing the one very much at all…”

He beams. 

“I like to think of myself as considerate and thoughtful.”

“Oh this is simply tubular!!” 

The demon clasped his hands together in delight, his eyes glittering like jewels. Then, he took the jar into his hands, pressing his face up against the glass like an excited child at the aquarium. 

“It’s perfect for my collection! Thank you so much, Mackles!”

He then paused. 

“Huh…? Nothing’s the matter with me…”

Processing….processing! Oh! Shallot’s eyes widen briefly when the wires finally connect and a spark is made. His eyebrows furrow and he doesn’t know whether to laugh awkwardly or deck him in the face. Probably the latter though.

“A moving picture–that’s when you take something ya drew and wiggle it around right?” Obviously he had no idea what that was. Shallot looks down at the strange little rectangle Fu was showing him. “What’s that? A communicator?” Shallot pulls out the one Bulma made for him which was much more complicated and chunkier than the sleek device the demon had.

“So it’s like that magic picture thing on here,” He taps screen where the faces of whoever he was talking with over his communicator showed up. “That kind of freaky. Like trapping a copy of time in that little thing, creepy..” He shudders.

“You could say so. Though, it does help people see things they may never get to see! That’s the magic of technology evolving over the ages.”

He slipped his cell back into his pocket, pushing his glasses back up. 

“Of course not! It just got bitten off by one of my pets! I’d never be so careless to accidentally cut off one of my own digits!”

He scoots the failed plate of poorly buttered toast littered with flecks of blood away.

“I don’t recommend using a sword to spread butter on your toast! You may indeed cut your finger off!”

He wasn’t stupid by any means, he was just kind of an idiot. It could be perceived as childish, but Shallot’s understanding of the world was rudimentary at best. He understood some things, but the nitty-gritty scientific detail was not in his vocabulary. 

“Videeeoh? What’s that?’ Shallot once again gawking at Fu like he was speaking in tongues. He was about to ask if it was something to eat, but Fu swiftly shot that thought down. “Aw man,” he was disappointed that it wasn’t edible. “I don’t want to learn like that. Just tell me how to do it. I don’t overwhelm that easy.”

Yet, anyway. Any more complicated scientific explanations and he’d probably pop a blood vessel thinking too hard.

“Matter baby? What the heck’s a matter baby?”

“I dunno, what’s a matter with you!?”

Fu almost screeched the answer, too excited over his own joke. Already, he was snorting and falling into cackling laughter. Oh, this was comedy gold! The fun of duping people into his little jokes. 

“But anyways! Videos are moving pictures! You do know what a picture is, right?”

He proceeded to pull a cellular device from his pocket, just to play a video of a lizard running on its back legs across the water.