[His cursor goes !! and his ears turn bright pink. Awkward flailing during the pause and he's fine pretending none of that happened. Though, naturally, he wants to keep talking to her.]
The perspective of time. I keep getting weird messages and this feeling like there's this whole world that exists, but I can't access it because I'm too young. It's too early in my origin story. [Blink, blink.] My idea of a wild night is a robot death battle or ghost hunting. I don't think that's standard at all.