Rico lets Kubo snatch the book from under his hands. What a perfect opening. He's given the perfect segue to launch into targeted commentary, but when he opens his mouth, he's pre-empted by Kubo asking about his family.
What.
He's so off the drokking mark that instead of reacting with defensive tension in his shoulders as he's inclined to when anybody so much as mentions his family - no, he barely has a brother anymore - he snorts instead. "Who says I have one?" Rico says, flatly. "The Academy discourages the emotional connections that might come with that. But enough about me. What about you?"
He's not here to talk about himself, after all. What an insult. Normally he would've taken it for a targeted remark, but he has his doubts about how calculated this juve's research would be, or whether he'd have the capacity for it. He slams the book shut, palm flat on top of it. "It's a waste of time, resources, and effort. Nobody you're making that for will ever so much as see this."
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What.
He's so off the drokking mark that instead of reacting with defensive tension in his shoulders as he's inclined to when anybody so much as mentions his family - no, he barely has a brother anymore - he snorts instead. "Who says I have one?" Rico says, flatly. "The Academy discourages the emotional connections that might come with that. But enough about me. What about you?"
He's not here to talk about himself, after all. What an insult. Normally he would've taken it for a targeted remark, but he has his doubts about how calculated this juve's research would be, or whether he'd have the capacity for it. He slams the book shut, palm flat on top of it. "It's a waste of time, resources, and effort. Nobody you're making that for will ever so much as see this."
His fingers drum on the cover.
"So what's the point?"