The laughter dies down slowly, and he has to take a moment to catch his breath, wiping a finger up over his eye under his shades. Lordy.
"At least they kind of have an excuse for that. The whole 'no killing' thing and all. Not sure how they justify giving me training wheels on the time travel. But whatever."
Idly, he picks up the basketball, turning it over in his hands with an awkwardness like he's never held one before. Granted, he could probably count the number of times in his life he's touched any piece of sporting equipment on his fingers, so it's probably that that far off.
"So," Dave begins, with the too-casual manner if someone about to ask something potentially stupid and/or insensitive. "Is the mask a permanent thing, or are you just into looking spooky and mysterious literally all the time?"
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"At least they kind of have an excuse for that. The whole 'no killing' thing and all. Not sure how they justify giving me training wheels on the time travel. But whatever."
Idly, he picks up the basketball, turning it over in his hands with an awkwardness like he's never held one before. Granted, he could probably count the number of times in his life he's touched any piece of sporting equipment on his fingers, so it's probably that that far off.
"So," Dave begins, with the too-casual manner if someone about to ask something potentially stupid and/or insensitive. "Is the mask a permanent thing, or are you just into looking spooky and mysterious literally all the time?"