"Dear," his voice overflows with devotion fondness, "I ask you kindly not to play with your food." he knows he's in little position to ask her much of anything, yet he carries on.
-- for the wife, of course.
her eyes were always an interesting combination of colors between red and blue and perhaps 'brown' as one could call it. she's staring towards the other with a curious expression before tilting her head. the engineer... that creator, they weren't someone to be angry towards but she really couldn't help but cause him a little scare here or there.
" . . . He is... c u t e. "









