@rangernet asked: watches him text for 25 minutes.
Sven can feel Hajime's eyes boring into his side like twin laser beams. And sure, okay, maybe he shouldn't be typing away on his and Brooke's private Styler chats while Professor Hastings moves methodically through his presentation on the newest advancements in Styler research and how this will shape future Union operations... But, in his defense, none of this presentation is new to him.
Holding the Ranger record for most successful captures means he's often brought in as a guinea pig whenever a new Styler variant or upgrade is prototyped, and this newest research was no exception. Sven's not the most academic type, nor is he arrogant enough to consider himself anywhere near Hastings' expertise, but he knows their tools of the trade like the back of his hand and is pretty damn good at wielding them.
With a jolt, Sven snaps out of his thoughts and back to the present.
Hajime's still looking at him.
Slowly, Sven sidles towards him, tilting his head to one side in a 'come here' motion. His Styler is held out, his photo gallery already open and filled with images of flickering flames and shiny cream pelts that shimmered under the sun.
❝ You wanna take a gander at Rapidash, too? ❞
