[Repeating those terms with more volume doesn't actually help all that much, but she moves on past it before he has to decide what to do with this information. Joke's on you, Futaba, he's actually just an exposition machine. ]
...Kind of a long story.
["What's it called" tends to lead to "what is it" tends to lead on and on... Maybe this isn't the best place, even if he was in a hurry to get into it at all. So, it has the air of a canned response, but there's a little restrained edge of amusement to it that most people don't tend to win out of him. He's resigned to the curiosity, by now, enough to get used to it. But the enthusiasm is new. (Couple that with the way she's leaned in to have a look—the Transistor has got to be nearly as tall as she is.)
She's engrossed enough in the cool shiny thing that the slime manages to ooze its way over toward Futaba's feet while she's distracted, blowing idle bubbles at her heels as it joins her in staring at the gently glowing blade in front of it.]
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...Kind of a long story.
["What's it called" tends to lead to "what is it" tends to lead on and on... Maybe this isn't the best place, even if he was in a hurry to get into it at all. So, it has the air of a canned response, but there's a little restrained edge of amusement to it that most people don't tend to win out of him. He's resigned to the curiosity, by now, enough to get used to it. But the enthusiasm is new. (Couple that with the way she's leaned in to have a look—the Transistor has got to be nearly as tall as she is.)
She's engrossed enough in the cool shiny thing that the slime manages to ooze its way over toward Futaba's feet while she's distracted, blowing idle bubbles at her heels as it joins her in staring at the gently glowing blade in front of it.]
Hey, think it likes you.