[He hasn't lowered his hand, and though he's talking to her, his eyes are fixed on the plantsicle. He steps forwards, reaches down, pushes against one of the leaves - it snaps in two.]
Oh wow.
[Alex's face, his voice, his whole posture show a marked change from the dead demeanour he was putting across earlier. His shoulders are straight, his body occasionally twinging with odd pains that feel like the snap of electricity, more like a trophy than a drawback. His expression is focused, and more than a little awed. When he speaks, it's not the monotone of a condemned prisoner; it shudders with life. He can do this. He really feels like he can do this.]
...I wouldn't have minded living where you come from.
[ACTION] CHEER UP! THINK OF THE PLANT ICE-CREAM!
[He hasn't lowered his hand, and though he's talking to her, his eyes are fixed on the plantsicle. He steps forwards, reaches down, pushes against one of the leaves - it snaps in two.]
Oh wow.
[Alex's face, his voice, his whole posture show a marked change from the dead demeanour he was putting across earlier. His shoulders are straight, his body occasionally twinging with odd pains that feel like the snap of electricity, more like a trophy than a drawback. His expression is focused, and more than a little awed. When he speaks, it's not the monotone of a condemned prisoner; it shudders with life. He can do this. He really feels like he can do this.]
...I wouldn't have minded living where you come from.