Why does Worick like troublesome women? Might as well ask why he likes anything. Attention, the challenge, the satisfaction of knowing he's played his cards right... Take your pick. It's all the same to him. And if they're paying him? He'll be fascinated with anything.
Nic responds predictably enough to Worick's 'positive thinking'... And Worick returns the favor with an equally familiar gesture, rolling his eyes and sliding his hands into his pockets with a snort as he casts his eyes around the forest once again... Though this time he's not so much scanning the area as he is mulling things over now that repeating them has made everything all the more real. But yeah, as ridiculous as this whole mess is, there is at least the fact that things will be... Stalled, or whatever the hell. Knowing that their world won't be missing them- and that their people won't find themselves in an even more precarious situation because of their absence- is at least a little bit of a relief.
...Provided, of course, that that part of the story wasn't complete shit. There's no way of really knowing, after all, and Worick isn't exactly the most optimistic person around...
Man, what a drag.
He tries his best to keep from being too miserable about it as they walk, though- they don't know where they are and so this isn't the time to be distracted by what-ifs especially when they've been explicitly told otherwise. Still, Nic's snap brings a welcome return to physical reality, and the sight of the village banishes the last of the melancholy for the time being. Time to get his shit together.
Grinning, he shoots Nic a thumbs up and quickens his pace as the path changes from woodland trail to dirt road, peering at the buildings with apparent curiosity. Sure as hell doesn't look like anywhere he's been since he hit puberty, if ever.
"Whaddaya think that big ball thing means?" His grin turns a little more lewd, just to push Nic's buttons for the familiarity of it. "I mean, I can guess--"
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Nic responds predictably enough to Worick's 'positive thinking'... And Worick returns the favor with an equally familiar gesture, rolling his eyes and sliding his hands into his pockets with a snort as he casts his eyes around the forest once again... Though this time he's not so much scanning the area as he is mulling things over now that repeating them has made everything all the more real. But yeah, as ridiculous as this whole mess is, there is at least the fact that things will be... Stalled, or whatever the hell. Knowing that their world won't be missing them- and that their people won't find themselves in an even more precarious situation because of their absence- is at least a little bit of a relief.
...Provided, of course, that that part of the story wasn't complete shit. There's no way of really knowing, after all, and Worick isn't exactly the most optimistic person around...
Man, what a drag.
He tries his best to keep from being too miserable about it as they walk, though- they don't know where they are and so this isn't the time to be distracted by what-ifs especially when they've been explicitly told otherwise. Still, Nic's snap brings a welcome return to physical reality, and the sight of the village banishes the last of the melancholy for the time being. Time to get his shit together.
Grinning, he shoots Nic a thumbs up and quickens his pace as the path changes from woodland trail to dirt road, peering at the buildings with apparent curiosity. Sure as hell doesn't look like anywhere he's been since he hit puberty, if ever.
"Whaddaya think that big ball thing means?" His grin turns a little more lewd, just to push Nic's buttons for the familiarity of it. "I mean, I can guess--"