Seventy….four? {‘his lips curve down and he starts to count on his fingers.} That seems a bit much, doesn’t it? And did you just… ? {‘he watches her fingers as they flutter by in a wave, his frown deepening.} Yana, was it? I can assure you I’m quite legal in every country this planet has to offer. Why? Do I appear to be underage? Will talking to me get you in trouble if I’m not older? {‘he’d finally met someone almost as interesting as the man who looked like him.} If we were to look at my identification card, it would tell you I was born in 1990. How does that work for you?
Both yes and no? You could say I've got plenty, but you'd be surprised about the amount of individuals who've already surpassed a hundred. {`she nodded again to confirm her name and listened to him as he spoke, eyes calmly scanning him in a somewhat puzzled manner. the more he spoke the more he baffled her and she ended up pinching her chin between her index finger and her thumb, generously rubbing at it to make it all fall into place } Truthfully that works quite terrible for me. It just doesn't add up. {`with a crinkle of her nose caused by deep concentration she tipped her head to the side, not at all ashamed by how thoroughly she was visually examining his entire physical being } How can a soul that has yet to reach the age of 25 be so at peace with life? That just doesn't happen... there has to be something else... {`by this time around she was mumbling to herself, trying to get the entire thing to make sense } You're too experienced to be born in 1990, but then again your physique does match that number. Hm. How peculiar.
















