"Good morning, dexter! could i interest you into joining our woodscout program? We are always seeking brilliant minds like yours!" (oh shit, is this a crossover episode?)
⚛ } — Eyes fall & meet with the other’s sash upon arrival, glaring upon numerous accomplished feats sewn permanently into cloth. It soured him; general attire & the combination of ‘ wood ‘ & ‘ scout ‘ pointed toward your generic camp-ish boy club -- & those ugly little shoulder accessories the other had hinted at this being the LEADER of it.
-- Right, he should think NOT.
Appearances aside, notions of namby-pamby craft activities, learning to interact how you may with nature, & anything connected to ‘ roughing it ‘ swam through his head & sickened him, he could already SMELL pine stinging his nose as the other spoke.
In short, absolutely-not-&-never-in-a-million-years.
But the other was clearly DESPERATE. Nothing else spoke it quite like the insistence that this program was ‘ always seeking brilliant minds, ‘ --- doubling as a boost of ego; & it was no surprise, either. Thus, INSTEAD of shooing him away automatically, the polite nature of the other would be mirrored -- it’s the least he could do for the poor soul.
❝ -- I-I am sorry, but as of now - I’m not exactly interested in committing myself to such a program. I’ll be having to decline, but I sincerely do appreciate your reaching out. & best of luck TO you in your future-- ehm--- scout-ish endeavors. ❞
❝ You take care now, buh-bye! ❞ — { ⚛