Re: Kit & Tory: Area 52
Tory sat on the corner of the beat up desk while he waited for the coffee to brew; it wasn't the greatest decision, as the desk was a bit precarious in general, but he was careful enough. "I was a precocious kid," he explained, though maybe that was somewhat obvious, or the obviousness was that it had carried through into adulthood, his obvious youth at odds with the fact that he had this place and was running it, etc. "I guess that never really changed, except I'm not a kid anymore and I don't think anyone would consider a twenty-five-year-old man 'precocious.' But, the intent is still there, I suppose?"
He stretched out long legs and crossed them at the ankle, leaning back with both palms on the desk. "I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with being old-fashioned, though I guess there's a lot of types out there. As long as you're not the 'women's place is in the kitchen, slavery is a mutually beneficial arrangement, immigrants are taking all our jobs' kind of old-fashioned I don't see any reason why we won't get along just fine." He flashed a smile, all teeth and cheeks, genuine and rather brilliant. "I guess there's a kind of charm to it, at least how I kind of imagine it in my mind, like involving a closet full of cardigans and reading the newspaper at breakfast, that kind of thing."