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[Bright sunlight's playing in through the stained glass windows that line this wide hallway, casting splashes of colour over the tiles and the tram tracks down the centre. This is not going un-noticed by a blue-haired toddler in a pushchair, who's giggling and trying to get out to touch them.]

Pitty...!

Yes, they are pretty, aren't they?

[And that'd be her father, replying a little distractedly as he conveys her along. It's been what he'd call one of those days, and he thinks they need to get out for some fresh air.

Xeha's heart says there'd be no harm in taking her over into the labs. Just running a quick scan or two. Seeing what things look like at this early an age, given he doesn't know when the chance'd present itself again.
His head, however, is trying its best to stop that little idea from staying put. No. Not setting any precedents. Not going to go anywhere that could be the old slippery slope down to 'just one more experiment won't hurt'. Not going to - ah, rats, there goes that plushie -]

Oh, Dizzy, can we not throw Miss Ribbit out again?

[Anyway.

Not going to follow his heart.]

((And by 'intro my non-Xehanort characters again' I apparently meant with odd outbreaks of 'nort in between. Oh well. Excuse the combo posting.))

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Of course I know. Call it a little bit of a mental workout.

[Because this is clearly the best thing to do with a young and impressionable mind.]

[Another laugh, and he shakes his head. Seriously, what to do with you, he's thinking.]

Well, I can hardly deny it'd be that.

[And there goes that frog again.]

Then there's no problem, right?

[And back it comes, without even seeming to need much effort on Braig's part.]

You're not the one who'll be fielding the questions when they come.

[It's a well-humoured response, though, that he's giving.]

You'd be getting questions anyway. I'm just making them more interesting.

And we all need that, is it?

You really need to ask?

[He shrugs-]

I suppose not.

Thaaaaaat's the spirit.

[A chuckle.]

And how've you been, anyway?

Ah, you know. Keeping an eye on things.

Probably didn't need to ask that one either, hm?

Nope. I mean it's not like I wouldn't be doing that.

[A bit of a laugh.]

I suppose it's more habit on my end. Trying to make small talk, as if I was talking to someone else - when we both know there's other things more worth it.

Hey, you can still make small talk if you want, but yeah. There's more things that are worth it.

[Just an act. Just another attempt at pretending at what he isn't.

He does, however, go a little quieter as he talks on - he doubts the kid's going to pick up on the details of the conversation, but this isn't the best place for such things.]

I finished analysing the readings I took a little while ago.

[Not the best place at all, although there's a more serious nod from Braig at the comment.]

I'll swing by when you aren't on kid duty.

[A faint smile.] You should. [In a slightly subdued tone of voice, though-]

It's - [swallow] something that you are very much going to want to hear. Because I'm fairly sure it's going to change things.

That sort of thing, hunh? Sure. Can do.

That sort of thing. [He gives a bit of a smile.] It's good news, though. For you, at least.

[A brief laugh. Desiree looks up. 'Sup, dad. She at least made out that something's good for someone. Perhaps not the target of the statement, though.]