[RL with Birkin]

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Stein stepped through the portal the young man had opened for him without hesitation, and looked around. He honestly had no idea what exactly to expect, other than a laboratory of some kind, and he wasn't disappointed.

There was a twinge of nervousness despite his boldness. Walking blindly into someone else's territory, especially someone Stein knew to be of like mind to himself, wasn't necessarily a smart idea. Then again, Stein was more than capable of taking care of himself. He didn't have a weapon with him, but he could easily kill with his bare hands, if necessary.

He reached up with one hand and rotated the bolt stuck through his head a couple of times, considering his options, then picked a direction and started walking.

Sooner or later, he'd either run across some interesting experiment, or find Birkin himself. Win win.

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Blink, blink. He could what his what? Okay, fine, Birkin could play along with it. "Oh really? And just what does my soul say about me?" he asked with a smirk, obviously not believing Stein.

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Stein didn't need to give him that penetrating look again, since he'd already performed a soul gaze when he first arrived. He just folded his arms and smoked his cigarette with a smirk on his lips.

"You have an obsessive and grasping soul, desperate for attention and validation," he said.

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"No I don't! No I'm not!" Birkin practically shrieked, marching over to where Stein was standing to better glare at him. Even if it was fairly accurate, it was still an insult. "I'm not..." Okay, it'd stung.

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Stein tapped some ash out on the floor and stuck the cigarette back in his mouth. "I'm sorry," he said, though without much remorse. "You did ask. I can also say that you are very intelligent and devoted. You have the kind of soul that could accomplish a great deal in a short life, even if it's not always for the right reasons."

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He wrapped his arms tightly around himself in a sort of hug. Stein's words rung true, but that didn't make Birkin any more eager to hear them. "You're right, I did... And thanks, I think." He had a burning desire to learn more about this ability. "What else can you do?"

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Stein shrugged. "It's just what I saw," he said. "I'm not trying to flatter, or insult you." He reached out and patted the other man on the shoulder again, hoping he wasn't going to start glaring again. He was enjoying getting along with Birkin.

He smiled faintly at the question. "I'm a very good fighter. And I can synchronize my soul with anyone else's, so I can wield any weapon."

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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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Stein decided he rather liked that awkward little smile. It wasn't difficult to calm Birkin down when he flipped out, either, and that was nice. There was a bit of Spirit in how easily he was riled up, and it was fun.

"Thank you," he said in return, grinning at the other man. "I guess I'm just good at connecting with people on a deeper level. Or seeming to." He shrugged and glanced at the microscope again. "I saw something interesting in the brain tissue here, would you like to take a look...?"

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"O-oh right, yeah!" He leaned towards the microscope himself, wondering what Stein found. Birkin had sort of momentarily forgotten they were technically in the middle of something; it wasn't often he met someone who could carry on a normal conversation while doing some of his more grotesque work.