despite his plans to move out of the line of pusheen’s attack with swiftness , he loses his footing , falling out his chair. the scarf wrapped behind his back to cushion the fall.
“ a small price to pay for the knowledge you gave me. i knew it was too easy. “ he chuckled
quickly catching on to the alarm from victor’s voice , he locks his attention towards the cat. which she is no longer in a relaxed state , as she is actively positioning herself to pounce on him — or the scarf ?! ( ↓ )
the cat , being curious as she was, watched as the scarf moved. green eyes stare as her large bushy chair swayed slowly. uh oh, target locked.
noticing this, they tilt their head to the left. " mitya, " a low warning as their cat got into position ↴
in front of him , his eyes traveling between the cat and victor. “ you can call me mitya , i appreciate the help you have provided me. “
mitya and the scarf both wave in sync towards the cat , “ and hello to you as well! “
his scarf lightly slaps his head due to the scientists lack of manners , “ oh ow! i apologize! i was too caught up in the bizarreness of the situation , i forgot to introduce myself. “
the pages turn without his help as he puts his full attention to the person(?) ↓
" mhm. " though, once they settle down in a large beanbag chair shaped as a seal, they ponder. what was the appropriate follow up? " ah, your name. may i ask what is yours? "
a cat rests in their lap, loud purrs sounding. the pages? revealed information ↴
“ hmm. . . i’ll have to take your word for it then. “
he examines the book closely before opening it , still feeling wary — having otherworldly knowledge handed to him with no fight isn’t something he’s used to.
opening the pages he acknowledges them , “ thank you , victor. “
seeing the scarf, they gave it a small wave with a tilt of their head.
" it's fine. i'm not cruel, especially if the game of this world is already rigged. however, just know i can't save you on the choices you make as you've free will. ↴
his scarf shadows over his mouth , a second too late to keep the last comment to himself.
“ i suppose that’s fair. i was only questioning you. answers are something i would never deny… but for you to willingly give them to me without any consequences is odd , am i wrong ? “
" it only looks that way so people don't get curious & nosy. would you prefer it shiny & alluring, where you attract the shades? "
not a jab, but a question quite earnest. will mitya pursue the knowledge or try on his own terms?
he looks at the book , then to the universe , and then back again. he’s confused as well as curious.
“ and you’re going to just , let me have this? just like that? this looks ancient…. “ mumbling the last part.
they hand over the book, " apologies , for the scare. it tends to happens. " they say as the book itself was heavy with knowledge that even teyvat itself was not allowed to have. even a certain shade wouldn't be able to touch him with them around.
“ outdated? “ he mumbles to himself as he continues to stare at the formula he wrote before — completely recovering from the scare earlier.
he glances up again to take notice of the book in their hand , “ where did you get that? “ eyes wide with curiosity.
they just gave him another deadpan expression, before pointing. " here. you need to change this formula. the reason it isn't working is because the formula you're using is outdated. " the being states as with their other hand,
“ i apologize that my request came out to you as a demand. i very kindly ask that you please announce yourself before you decide to blurt out something in ones ear. “
he sighs , his lively scarf hands him a napkin to wipe off any remaining ink on the mans face.
unbotheredbby surprised exclaim of outburst, they just gave him a deadpan stare.
" you ought to not be demanding, the air you breathe & planet you play on isn't yours to ask such. or, you can amaze me that i'll consider it. "
as he’s talking , he takes in the latters energy switch , noticing the quick frown.
“ oh! were you not called in to work today? you’re always on top of it from what i’ve gathered. “
he smiles at freminet as he enters the office , taking his advice in as he peeks around.
“ i can’t promise i can stop the habit immediately , but know that i’m taking your advice into consideration! “
He’s stepping inside of the office , peeking around a little .
“ I used to do it when I was young . . Had to break that habit since it made a tooth come in the wrong way . “
He frowned a little .
“ I’m just visiting and wondering about . . Was looking for father but -
“ hm? “
surprised , he perks up at the unexpected guest. he moves the pen away from his mouth to face the latter.
“ oh that? i wasn’t aware of the habit… what brings you here, freminet? “ his scarf signals for the boy to come into the office.
not expecting someone else to be in the room with him — he startles , sharply biting onto the pen in surprise. some of the ink getting caught in his mouth.
“ ow! could you please announce yourself next time? to at least save myself from the unnecessary fright. “
" you'll never reach the conclusion. try changing the constant & variable. "
leaning over from behind, lashes fluttering as they stare at his scribbles.