⤷ ゛@vitrumbra : " why does your face look like that. "
❝ you first, kid. ❞ all things considered, he appears to find the question amusing, on some level. folks didn't just - speak, to conquest. they didn't - ask him things. casually, no less.
❝ it's the mustache, isn't it? that throwing you off? ❞ wow. grandpa had jokes, apparently. taro doesn't laugh. that's to be expected, seeing as conquest knows well this is no living, breathing organism. they've got no scent, no real sense of sentience. was this anyone else, they'd likely find it off putting.
conquest feels no such fear. instead, a metal finger comes to the center of taro's forehead, and - they're flicked unceremoniously, leaving the viltrumite shocked by the very nature of their durability. strong, heavy. they budge, ( forcibly ), though not without leaving a trail in the concrete where they'd originally been stood. ❝ a fight. ❞ comes late explanation, ❝ seem like a bruiser yourself, little rat. care to indulge an old man? ❞
