He sort of liked getting patted on the shoulder, or maybe that was just his attention-seeking soul doing the talking. But either way he had to admit it was a nice feeling. Like Stein actually cared if he managed to hurt his feelings. "Well, thank you anyway. For telling me." An awkward little smile made its way to Birkin's face. There was something decidedly fascinating and almost Wesker-like. Wesker-but-nicer, maybe.
That line of thought gave Birkin the distinct impression he was playing with fire.
"Impressive." Not that he knew what any of that meant, but he hated feeling like he didn't know anything, sohe decided to just... Not ask.
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Date: 2010-05-30 10:24 am (UTC)That line of thought gave Birkin the distinct impression he was playing with fire.
"Impressive." Not that he knew what any of that meant, but he hated feeling like he didn't know anything, sohe decided to just... Not ask.