[ A troublemaker-- Clark laughs, ducking his head as he does it and pressing the side of his fist to his mouth as he does. Oh, he’s trying not to be… and he’s certainly too old to make any real trouble, he’s sure. It feels a bit like teasing, though, and teasing often translates to building some sort of rapport. So, honestly? He’ll take it in stride.
Whereas Bruce is some masterful player of the conversational arts, Clark is simple. He’s simple in that he’s confused at the mention of projects until he follows Bruce’s line of sight, and then there’s another sheepish noise and a brief nod of the head. ] Oh, that’s what you’re talking about. [ Clark’s the type to just ask when he’s curious about something; it’s fortunate that he’s able to read people, that being said, and that he’s met enough types to know when someone enjoys being roundabout and difficult for no particular reason.
His best friend back home was unnecessarily cryptic about everything, too. ]
Yeah—um, someone found a greenhouse recently, right? At least, she said so on the… the computer… [ The term Clark is looking for is “network”. He crinkles his nose and moves past it, assuming Bruce in all his Gen Z wisdom ought to pick it up faster than Clark ever could. ] And you need to cross a, um, river to get there. She was able to fly, but [ lifting both his hands up to mimic flapping with his palms, Clark lets out a sigh ] I obviously can’t.
I thought a bridge’d be good. [ Settling again, he leans back into the sofa, thighs parted just a bit so his joined hands can rest between them. ] Built all sorts of things back home, so, um, it isn’t too hard.
Mostly I wanna grow all sorts of vegetables. [ Clark sounds quite excited about it, and the grin on his face matches the hope in his tone. ] It’d be nice, don’t you think?
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Whereas Bruce is some masterful player of the conversational arts, Clark is simple. He’s simple in that he’s confused at the mention of projects until he follows Bruce’s line of sight, and then there’s another sheepish noise and a brief nod of the head. ] Oh, that’s what you’re talking about. [ Clark’s the type to just ask when he’s curious about something; it’s fortunate that he’s able to read people, that being said, and that he’s met enough types to know when someone enjoys being roundabout and difficult for no particular reason.
His best friend back home was unnecessarily cryptic about everything, too. ]
Yeah—um, someone found a greenhouse recently, right? At least, she said so on the… the computer… [ The term Clark is looking for is “network”. He crinkles his nose and moves past it, assuming Bruce in all his Gen Z wisdom ought to pick it up faster than Clark ever could. ] And you need to cross a, um, river to get there. She was able to fly, but [ lifting both his hands up to mimic flapping with his palms, Clark lets out a sigh ] I obviously can’t.
I thought a bridge’d be good. [ Settling again, he leans back into the sofa, thighs parted just a bit so his joined hands can rest between them. ] Built all sorts of things back home, so, um, it isn’t too hard.
Mostly I wanna grow all sorts of vegetables. [ Clark sounds quite excited about it, and the grin on his face matches the hope in his tone. ] It’d be nice, don’t you think?