[His smile softens. Gooey, is how he would describe it, self-consciously; right now, he's not paying attention to what his face looks like, because he's listening to Laura. They're sort of sat facing one another, but at an angle. Perfectly placed for him to shift over so he's shoulder to shoulder with her instead, and he can lean against her companionably.]
Well, I talk to you like this 'cause I like you. [Well. Now he's conscious of his face, and how pink in the cheeks he's gotten, but he pushes on--] So all we've got to do is make people like you, which will be easy, 'cause you're easy to like. And I would know, seeing as I like you.
[Simple sound logic. He bumps his shoulder against hers, then goes back to leaning.]
We'll be heroes of Riftwatch. Everyone will automatically like us a little bit, just based on that. That'll give you, what, like twenty or thirty points, I reckon, just to start with.
Strangers will not like me at first. [ Strangers distrust most people at first, she's found, but she's inclined to think they distrust her longer. Because of the claws, or how she behaves. ] And we'll meet many strangers when we go into the world.
[ Because she likes Matthias' dreams, too: travel, helping others, finding other, better-smelling places to sit together and eat their midday meals. And a place to come home to, small enough that a fire will warm it. ]
Sometimes I try to talk more like other people. And to move more like them. But it feels... [ She shrugs. Strange. Like putting herself in a costume, not unlike the cat disguise she'd worn in Nevarra. With an attempt at his accent and pattern of speaking, observed over the course of a year: ] And if I bollocks it up, then they'll be even more suspicious, I reckon. They'll know I've been playing a part the whole time.
[They'll get back to serious stuff in a moment. He's not done with that. But for this moment, Matthias turns so he's facing her, and puts the last bit of pork pie down on the stones in case he ends up so shocked by whatever comes next that he drops it.]
I didn't know you could that. Impressions, like. Do it again.
[ She smiles a little, her shoulders coming a little hunched. ]
Sometimes I can.
[ Sometimes she sits in her room, or up on a rooftop, and tries to make her voice sound like others'--in her own register, but warping the shapes of the sounds until she could be imitating Bastien, or Fitcher, or Derrica. Only with Matthias can she reliably think of things that really sound like what he would say, though. ]
You're easy to do, y'know, because I talk to you a lot. Other people, they're harder.
[He laughs again, pleased and something a little like pride--she's so cool, how did he end up with a cool girlfriend?]
Yeah, but that's brilliant. You could likely do anyone if you spent enough time talking with them. I couldn't do that. Like I've spent just as much time talking with you, right, and there's no way I could sound like you. Not that closely. You wouldn't even want to hear me try.
I reckon that's a special skill of yours, then. Something you could show off. It'd charm people, like.
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Well, I talk to you like this 'cause I like you. [Well. Now he's conscious of his face, and how pink in the cheeks he's gotten, but he pushes on--] So all we've got to do is make people like you, which will be easy, 'cause you're easy to like. And I would know, seeing as I like you.
[Simple sound logic. He bumps his shoulder against hers, then goes back to leaning.]
We'll be heroes of Riftwatch. Everyone will automatically like us a little bit, just based on that. That'll give you, what, like twenty or thirty points, I reckon, just to start with.
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[ Because she likes Matthias' dreams, too: travel, helping others, finding other, better-smelling places to sit together and eat their midday meals. And a place to come home to, small enough that a fire will warm it. ]
Sometimes I try to talk more like other people. And to move more like them. But it feels... [ She shrugs. Strange. Like putting herself in a costume, not unlike the cat disguise she'd worn in Nevarra. With an attempt at his accent and pattern of speaking, observed over the course of a year: ] And if I bollocks it up, then they'll be even more suspicious, I reckon. They'll know I've been playing a part the whole time.
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Hey! You can't do me! That's not on!
[They'll get back to serious stuff in a moment. He's not done with that. But for this moment, Matthias turns so he's facing her, and puts the last bit of pork pie down on the stones in case he ends up so shocked by whatever comes next that he drops it.]
I didn't know you could that. Impressions, like. Do it again.
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Sometimes I can.
[ Sometimes she sits in her room, or up on a rooftop, and tries to make her voice sound like others'--in her own register, but warping the shapes of the sounds until she could be imitating Bastien, or Fitcher, or Derrica. Only with Matthias can she reliably think of things that really sound like what he would say, though. ]
You're easy to do, y'know, because I talk to you a lot. Other people, they're harder.
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Yeah, but that's brilliant. You could likely do anyone if you spent enough time talking with them. I couldn't do that. Like I've spent just as much time talking with you, right, and there's no way I could sound like you. Not that closely. You wouldn't even want to hear me try.
I reckon that's a special skill of yours, then. Something you could show off. It'd charm people, like.