Romance Novel. British-Armenian.
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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It probably won't stain a voice offered from my left. I almost did a double take. I hadn't even noticed the man standing there and I definitely had a reason to, he was a scientist from earlier, the one who'd been getting the tour. Now, he was in a, I think it was a dark gray suit. I wasn't quite able to tell until he stepped away from the bunting before that it was almost like his head was floating in space above a vaguely man shaped piece of velvet decor weird but away from the dark red decoration, his suit had reasserted itself as had the gray shirt he wore and a tie that just barely kept him from being completely monochrome. Thanks to a faint white pinstripe running through the fabric. His blue eyes seemed bigger when I stood a few feet from him, accentuated by those thick black frames. I couldn't make myself look away. I could however, make myself speak if only to end the awkward silence that we had going on now. Yeah, but I kind of wish it would. I tugged at the shirt a bit. I'm not a real fan of formal wear. Only politicians and professional sickle fans or fans of this sort of formal wear. I chuckled. Yeah, I could have smacked myself. Yeah. Like that was a really intelligent answer. But what the **** no one came to me expecting rocket science and I got an answer out of him. Anyway, indeed, those people who cling hardest to society's ideas of formality and decorum are usually those who would rather be judged on their appearance than their actions. There's nothing wrong with looking nice, of course. But I dare say you get more done on a daily basis in your uniform than you ever would in a tuxedo. Well, I shrugged. A tuxedo is not exactly fighting gear if I recall correctly, Mr Fabulous fights in a tuxedo. The man smiled just barely. Which do you think that makes him a politician or sick of hand? Ah, I wanted to say both, but I wasn't going to badmouth a fellow hero to a guy. I didn't even know. Sorry. What's your name? No, I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. He held out a hand, man. I'm the new head of Jen Corp's R and D Department. Wow, that explains the chameleon suit. Suave. So, suave, I wanted to pull a wicked witch and melt into the floor, but a, a seemed pleased. Something like that. Yes, I saved my newest prototype for social situations. I'd rather avoid. It's amazing how many people will look right past you if you make an effort to blend in. I wish I could wear one of those outfits. I said wistfully, but I'm supposed to be seen. I'm Craig Haney or well, freight train. I finally shook his hand lightly so the touch wouldn't shock him too much. But I guess you already knew that I did. I'm interested in knowing other things. However, instead of letting go of my hand, he brought it closer to his face. Fascinating. So it doesn't extend to affect the cloth. Nope, I let him keep my hand even though my heart sank a little naturally. He was more interested in my force field than he was me. He was a scientist, but there must be a kinetic element to it. Correct an aspect of the field that shifts within it to make impact easier for you. Um, heat bloomed at the base of my neck. I'm not sure what you mean. The force field doesn't only shield you from touch. It facilitates your destructive impact, doesn't it? One dark eyebrow rose expectantly? Otherwise you could bang away at walls all day but never smash through them. Hence, a kinetic component. I have no idea. His eyebrows shot up. You mean you don't know how your own force field works? The heat had completely covered my face by now. It never came up. I mean, they totally did research when the accident happened enough to figure out how to keep me alive, but they weren't wild about answering my questions back then. That's ridiculous. It took a deep breath and let it out slowly. But then I don't know why. I'm surprised. Yeah, I rubbed my free hand over the back of my burning neck. Why would they tell a grunt like me? Huh. Unexpectedly Dr Mansur and shook his head. That's not what I meant. Not at all. You're the first person who should be informed of the full import of your abilities. They're yours. How else will you make informed decisions about your treatment? What treatment? He blinked at me. Everything, medical, psychological rehabilitative. If you wish it your treatment. I saw you in the clinic earlier today. Weren't you there for treatment of some kind? Uh Yeah, I mean, I go in after a tussle with a villain but mostly I just show up there for maintenance, maintenance. He cut the word to bits as he spoke it. His tongue sharper than a knife. What does that mean? You know, I gestured at myself keeping it clean. Mostly Doctor Mansourian frowned. That sounds rather dissociative. What was he talking about? I go in once a week unless I've been in a fight the rest of the time I take care of things on my own. I can't get sick and they give me stuff to eat that covers all my vitamins and minerals and stuff. I tried on a smile just to see if he'd buy it. It's fine, really sort of ideal in a way. I mean, who wanted to get sick? I couldn't even remember what having the sniffles felt like. I wanted to remember that Doctor Mansur and looked at me for a long time before finally releasing my hand. I hadn't even realized he was still holding it. Not that I could feel it either way, but it was nice not to have been dropped like a radioactive potato. You know, one of my newer areas of research is improvement and streamlining of hero adaptive technologies, giving you better tools to get your job done. That kind of thing. He clarified when I gave him a blank stare, I believe the CEO of Jen Corp would very much like me to create a fabric that is better able to withstand the destruction you face so often among other things. Yeah, they're probably sick of seeing my bare ***, make national news. My blush which had been receding, flooded back. Full force. I mean, Dr Mansourian didn't seem bothered. You're exactly correct. Would you be willing to help me test out some options? I knew my mouth was open but I couldn't quite force it to shut. You want me to help you with something science? Really? As long as your schedule permits. It, of course, he tilted his head a little as he looked at me, the light playing off his bare scalp. What do you think? I'd be cool. Be cool like that. I internally wiped my own forehead. With relief at not blurting. Freaking love that. Holy ****. Are you serious? Whenever's good for you. Let's try for next week. Then as long as you're not called away, say Monday at noon, I'll meet you in Jen Corp's lobby. Great. I could barely believe it. I was going on a science date. Well, not a date. And I wouldn't be the one doing the science, but still my inner eight year old, the one who wanted to be a marine biologist when he grew up was doing a happy dance. Thanks. No, no. When Doctor Mansourian smiled this time it was wide. His teeth on full display. Thank you.