"Yeah, no, I don't think it'd be pretty. He's got one of those faces, y'know, it looks weird if it's doing anything other than being stern." He's strategically places the bongos under one arm and the two framed posters under the other and walks with her out of the shop, totally satisfied with his purchases for the day--save for the VCR because yeah, nobody could ever be satisfied with a VCR at this point in life, though he also has to admit that he kind of owes it one considering the reason they'd come here in the first place was for that piece of archaic machinery. So he sends a silent thanks to the little guy and considers them square.
He is excited to find just the right spot on the walls for the posters--even think he might stick the Pyscho one in the bathroom so that anyone who comes over can see it when they look into the mirror. He's silently cackling at the very thought when he realizes how nutty it is that he's already planning on having people come over at all--other than Kate, of course, Kate is invited always--because isn't the reason he'd gone to help Kate get that tape in her bag partly because he wanted to help her solve the mystery of whoever's behind all the shit in this city... so he can leave? It doesn't really seem like much of a priority right now and maybe that's just because he's with her, having a great time and there's really nowhere else he'd rather be. But he figures he can worry more about that later, likely in the late, late hours of the night.
"Aw, you'd like him, he's fussy but he tolerates me in ways most people can't, so I have no choice but to believe he's a good guy," he says. It's true, though, he feels so lucky to have Chuck around, someone who understands what it's like to come from a world ruined by kaiju. It makes it a lot easier to know that there's at least one person in this city he can talk in-depth about it with, if either of them ever wants to. "I prefer your plan, though, with the no to the dying and the yes to the making out. You have the best ideas."
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He is excited to find just the right spot on the walls for the posters--even think he might stick the Pyscho one in the bathroom so that anyone who comes over can see it when they look into the mirror. He's silently cackling at the very thought when he realizes how nutty it is that he's already planning on having people come over at all--other than Kate, of course, Kate is invited always--because isn't the reason he'd gone to help Kate get that tape in her bag partly because he wanted to help her solve the mystery of whoever's behind all the shit in this city... so he can leave? It doesn't really seem like much of a priority right now and maybe that's just because he's with her, having a great time and there's really nowhere else he'd rather be. But he figures he can worry more about that later, likely in the late, late hours of the night.
"Aw, you'd like him, he's fussy but he tolerates me in ways most people can't, so I have no choice but to believe he's a good guy," he says. It's true, though, he feels so lucky to have Chuck around, someone who understands what it's like to come from a world ruined by kaiju. It makes it a lot easier to know that there's at least one person in this city he can talk in-depth about it with, if either of them ever wants to. "I prefer your plan, though, with the no to the dying and the yes to the making out. You have the best ideas."