[ His mouth seems to twitch, thinning into what technically fits as a smile. It's strained. ]
Not -- not a medical doctor.
[ Not excellent news. He takes back his hand.
His smile gains proper emotion, if not much more pleasant in it -- shared condescension, a sharper edger for it. Hermann approves of criticizing those who inflicted this, going by the message. He nods. ]
Poor gods or a poor lie, however they spin it.
[ Always interdimensional. Or it's the same one. Hermann leaves both possibilities open. He doesn't look surprised to hear he's trapped, or even all that cross, and it isn't only because he read the message.
A bar. He raises his eyebrows, torn between scorn and actual interest. He's never been that much for it, but God, it's been a long time since he's had a beer. Then again, ]
no subject
Not -- not a medical doctor.
[ Not excellent news. He takes back his hand.
His smile gains proper emotion, if not much more pleasant in it -- shared condescension, a sharper edger for it. Hermann approves of criticizing those who inflicted this, going by the message. He nods. ]
Poor gods or a poor lie, however they spin it.
[ Always interdimensional. Or it's the same one. Hermann leaves both possibilities open. He doesn't look surprised to hear he's trapped, or even all that cross, and it isn't only because he read the message.
A bar. He raises his eyebrows, torn between scorn and actual interest. He's never been that much for it, but God, it's been a long time since he's had a beer. Then again, ]
How very cozy.
[ A touch dry, skeptical. ]