#phdinschauerlichkeit

“Yeah… Isaak and her get on well, so jou bet.” He huffs–in a happy way, though; moving his won face downward so he can gently rub his cheek over the rabbit’s fur.

    Soft…

“I got a little tipsy last night, so I didn’t take jou up on the offer, but I’d like to go out later… if that’s… still okay?”

Matt was a child, and now it’s more apparently than ever. Still smiling to himself, he nods gently in support to try not to disturb the creature and its owner too much.

Ah. Well, that’d explain that. But it’s hard for him to stay disheartened for long.

He almost tilts his head upwards, stopping to simply smile to himself instead. What else could it have been, really?

Gets down on one knee. “Will jou be the Kirk to my McCoy?”

“Bean alien.”

“You gonna cry about et? Jou want my job, plus being an Engineer? Be my guest, bean boy.”

Whoa, tone it back there Mr. Blues. Binh holds up both palms in a surrendering gesture, shoulders shrugging up to his neck as he leans away.

“Doesn’t Matt own you? So shut up.”

Not one of you have the breasts big enough for this but. If you’re volunteering, well...