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Snatch hand back, giving Harisson the salty eye. You know I was being sarcastic! Tense sneer while rubbing her hand and look away. “I believe you..” She added hollow. “Felt something through the touch. Could be im over sensetive..” Wrinkle pointy nose, recalling Harrison say it toke practise. Snappy moves on.
“Guess, it would’t do any harm! Need a blue boys input. Only discussed the whole thing with my husband so far tho, so, not clear on the details. What I do recal however is I got this… ‘disorder’ from a Megamind. Like, six years ago. Give or take.” She rambled out, side eyeing Harrison.
Harrison arches an eyebrow. “You got a disorder from a Megamind? What, like an STD? Cuz those generally don’t give you psychic powers,” he asks, displaying his usual utter lack of tact.
“What?” Puzzled she glares at him. “Shall we call it a glitch to make things easier for you…” Alixon teased dry and grin.
“Hardly call it psychic powers. Why do you imply that? For all my knowledge as a scientist it could be an unknown virus taking over my mind or wash away my consciousness in a maze of information I can’t counter.” She grumble. Al had obviously though about this enough to get odd theories while staying strangely calm. Pale pink’s study Harrison where he sit’s, gradually giving of this creepy curiousness. “Your people’s brains haven’t really been examined or tested properly.” She add, gesturing toward his forehead. “Why would you need such a GIANT head?? HUM?”
Now Harrison looks completely baffled. “Wait, you need to back up here,” he says, raising a hand in the gesture of ‘stop’ as though that could compel her to slow down. “Are you talking about catching a disease or a spell or what? This giant head needs more detail then that.” He can’t help with something he doesn’t understand and usual she isn’t exactly a font of information.
“And besides, since when are you a scientist?” he asked, crossing his arms in front of him.