#mindconquered

That...that man’s hair. It would make even Einstein jealous. Oh, how he missed his own head of hair...

Speaking of scientists with an unusual head of hair, this man MUST’VE been one with what he had! FINALLY, he had somebody on his intellectual level to converse with. ...not that everybody else was bad but it’s nice to have a like-minded individual to discuss science with without smart remarks getting thrown at him about how “long-winded” or “boring” his speeches were.

Also that vest the other wore screamed--as Wario would put it--“nerd”. That helped him come to his conclusion.

Crygor shook off his blank stare to greet the other person.

@cloudymuses / @mindconquered​ said: twick ow tweat??? 🎃 for. You Know. Stinky Science Man.  

[ TREAT: aesthetic graphic / father figure! wilson & dexter moodboard !! ]

❛ CAUTION. GENIUSES AT WORK! ❜

Since Wilson attempted to make this guest room of his a place to call home, Tempo had worried about his defensive curiosity. The amount of unfamiliarity of comfort, design, and punctuality, correlates to the amount of violence, paranoia, and survival he’d been through back in his world. It is true that Tempo visited Earth before, however, the type of Earth mentioned wasn’t the same one Tempo explored and grew a curiosity to. 

His prime guess for the lack of sleep ( Tempo can see it in Wilson’s eyes his tiredness ) could be due to paranoia, despite the repetitive assurance from the hero that this world was safe as long as Tempo himself is around. Yet, despite their companionship of sort, Wilson may still be a bit shaken due to this, intergalactic of sort, of cultural shock once he fell into a world he is completely sure of not getting used to. 

This morning, figured Wilson avoided sleep once again ( how does he do that? ), Tempo gave a soft knock on the door, expression of concern as he called to Wilson in a gentle tone, not wanting to scare the sleep deprived male.

At least they share a common unavoidable psychological un-interest, paranoia.

“ Here we are! “

The wooden door to this home-abode opens to reveal a decent interior with descent furniture. Light blue paint on the walls, decorated with pink notes and symbols, a whole song could be played if one were to read them in depth.

Wilson’s new home until he returns to what world he lived in before, it was some sort of fear to him, descriptive of the smaller man’s behavior show the resilience, the rash protectiveness he has for himself, has proved more than enough, that where he came from, is more harsh than Tempo himself, may had experienced.

Hopefully, Tempo’s hospitality is enough to sustain him for the time being. 

‘ You think I’m interesting? ‘

One cast-ed hand joins the uncast-ed in obselete discovery of his need of help. Again? He, the underrated, sophisticated of the cousins is requested to help this short, crazy haired man! What an honor!

‘ I would love to help with your research! Oh! Oh! I’ll even help you with your hair! ‘