“No, I would prefer to NOT go into detail about the adorning on my forehead.” By adorning, he meant that large ‘N’ stuck to his cranium. Protectively, he covers it up, shying away from the woman who had come to ask him about it so suddenly. He had just been observing the radiocats in Fibonacci, perplexed and wondering what form they would take if they were subjected to his Evolvo-ray. Certainly something amusing in his mind, but his solitude was brief as this woman came to look at them as well, and him by extension. At first, he didn’t mind her accompanying him. He tolerated it for a moment, but then that dreaded question had arose. ‘Why do you have an ‘N’ on your head?’ Well she had asked it a bit differently than that, but the point still stood. Despite the large letter being there for everyone to see, no one’s really directly asked him about it.
Until now. Funny, isn’t it? Neo very much thought of himself as a picture of perfection. Statues, stain glass windows and paintings of himself had decorated his halls back home. The ‘mugshots’ of himself back home had captured his good side in his own words. Physically, there wasn’t a thing about himself he hated. Not even that Letter N. But when it was questioned? “If you must know, It’s just an initial.” He wasn’t entirely lying. But he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. “That’s all. Now...”
“Why do you want to know that?” He's setting himself up for a bit of a chat whether he realized it or not.
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