OOC: so much for posting this morning, but anyway.. Cracktastic as it would be, I couldn't wrap my muse around Gene crushing on Molly, so how's an irrational childhood phobia instead? *lol*
Getting out of the kitchen had never looked so good, but he wasn't running. Definitely not. Just the hangover making him feel like crap in close quarters, that's all. Nothing else.
Hunt tore his eyes away from Molly and her.. ears.. focusing on blonde bimbo number 467 in place of those.. ears.
"Does this brave new world involve churning you lot out like peas in a bloody pod or what?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind." He smiled at the new girl instead, though it wasn't really a smile with those ears watching him. "Yes love, perfect. With a 99 Flake. Try not to get those knickers in a twist, eh?"
At last: back in the main cafeteria. Away from the ears. Something about the way those kids were setting the tables tickled his non-existent memory so he grabbed on it, anxious for something other than ears which scared the bloody shite out of him for no logical reason. The layout of cutlery and furniture made him think of eating, yes, but it was so much more familiar than that space age kitchen that he felt a lot calmer already.
Gene cast a glance back at the pointy ears and froze. So blatant, they were, standing up against that bright red hair. Not normal and.. terrifying.
He shuddered and sat down hard, nearly breaking a plastic chair in the process. This didn't make any fucking sense at all. 30 years in the future with global amnesia and frightened of some slip of a girl because she had pointy ears? The rational side of his brain tried asking useful questions like what the fuck was a pair of ears going to do to him, while the other wanted to focus on anything other than Molly. Not even the bloody albino made him feel this nervous, and he still had no fucking idea why!
The table top became a source of great fascination.
[Gene]
Getting out of the kitchen had never looked so good, but he wasn't running. Definitely not. Just the hangover making him feel like crap in close quarters, that's all. Nothing else.
Hunt tore his eyes away from Molly and her.. ears.. focusing on blonde bimbo number 467 in place of those.. ears.
"Does this brave new world involve churning you lot out like peas in a bloody pod or what?"
"Excuse me?"
"Never mind." He smiled at the new girl instead, though it wasn't really a smile with those ears watching him. "Yes love, perfect. With a 99 Flake. Try not to get those knickers in a twist, eh?"
At last: back in the main cafeteria. Away from the ears. Something about the way those kids were setting the tables tickled his non-existent memory so he grabbed on it, anxious for something other than ears which scared the bloody shite out of him for no logical reason. The layout of cutlery and furniture made him think of eating, yes, but it was so much more familiar than that space age kitchen that he felt a lot calmer already.
Gene cast a glance back at the pointy ears and froze. So blatant, they were, standing up against that bright red hair. Not normal and.. terrifying.
He shuddered and sat down hard, nearly breaking a plastic chair in the process. This didn't make any fucking sense at all. 30 years in the future with global amnesia and frightened of some slip of a girl because she had pointy ears? The rational side of his brain tried asking useful questions like what the fuck was a pair of ears going to do to him, while the other wanted to focus on anything other than Molly. Not even the bloody albino made him feel this nervous, and he still had no fucking idea why!
The table top became a source of great fascination.