She tries to bite back a grin, she really does. It's not like she can blame him for getting a relatively normal job. Without a Scythedom -- or any need to start one -- a regular job is really all that's left. She'll probably have to think about getting one, too, sooner or later. But she's getting ahead of herself again; there are more immediate concerns for her to worry about.
Still, 'Rowan the shop boy' is so far removed from what she knows of him that she can't help an incredulous smile. "Scythe Lucifer," she slowly recites, "the toy store attendant." He has siblings, he's probably not bad with kids, but still. He used to terrorize the very people who should have had the least to fear, and now he sells little gizmos to children? Imagining the look on Marie's face, if she were here to hear this, is almost enough to make her keel over. She hastily covers her mouth with her hand, but it's a lost cause, and half a second later, she's giggling.
"Not just an attendant, though," she says between bouts. "You said you make them, too?" That's... kind of delightful, actually. If it were anyone else, it would just be charming, but it's Rowan, which makes it hilarious as well. "You'll have to show me. I insist on seeing the toy shop."
She's aware that this is just a temporary reprieve from what will probably be more insanity. Teasing Rowan doesn't change the fact that she's apparently traveled into another dimension populated almost entirely by mortal strangers. But this, whatever this is right now, is better than hyperventilating against a wall, so she'll take it.
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Date: 2019-04-01 02:20 am (UTC)From:Still, 'Rowan the shop boy' is so far removed from what she knows of him that she can't help an incredulous smile. "Scythe Lucifer," she slowly recites, "the toy store attendant." He has siblings, he's probably not bad with kids, but still. He used to terrorize the very people who should have had the least to fear, and now he sells little gizmos to children? Imagining the look on Marie's face, if she were here to hear this, is almost enough to make her keel over. She hastily covers her mouth with her hand, but it's a lost cause, and half a second later, she's giggling.
"Not just an attendant, though," she says between bouts. "You said you make them, too?" That's... kind of delightful, actually. If it were anyone else, it would just be charming, but it's Rowan, which makes it hilarious as well. "You'll have to show me. I insist on seeing the toy shop."
She's aware that this is just a temporary reprieve from what will probably be more insanity. Teasing Rowan doesn't change the fact that she's apparently traveled into another dimension populated almost entirely by mortal strangers. But this, whatever this is right now, is better than hyperventilating against a wall, so she'll take it.