‘ ah, stop apologising, ‘ ash said, sounding a little harsh again. it was just that it was embarrassing to hear and caused a faint blush to appear on his cheeks - an orange coloured holographic image that automatically displayed when his mood was right. too proud to explain himself or worse, say SORRY, he instead opts to change the subject.
‘ what profession would that be ? ‘ he asked, looking her over. there was something about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on - she wasn’t FAMILIAR, no, but the colour and stripes on her fur might have been. ash’s database didn’t have very much information on lombaxes, though. ‘ amateur pro hoverboarder ? ‘
SHE WAS QUICKLY silenced from her incessant apologizing, and her ears twitched. seeing the tint of his cheeks, her demeanor relaxed. the lombax brings her hand up to scratch her cheek, chuckling lightly from his final remark. angela couldn’t fault him for it, or even make a good case of defense. it was all just an unfortunate circumstance, their happenstance meeting.
‘ uh, well, ’ she began, her attention was divided, speaking of the hoverboard, angela cocked her head to see it-- had it been damaged ? she’d have to check on that, later. possible damages and solutions ran through her head, contemplating the work she would need to put it, how much time it would take. a moment passes and she turns her gaze back to him, returning her sheepish smile. ‘ actually, geneticist-- well, former- still got the skills that came with it, ’ angela waves her hand dismissively, she held pride in her work, and what she could do, but fought to remain humble. after how she embarrassed herself, she felt that she at least deserved some bragging rights, but she held her tongue. ‘ i work in freelance now, pretty knowledgeable when it comes to how things work, i guess, ’
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