[Garrus cants his head to the side, giving Viktor a level look.]
Yeah. They really are.
[He feels you dude. Red tape is the bane of his entire existence.]
Fossil fuels. Really? It's... been a damned long time since I heard of that being widespread. Filters make a lot of sense, if that's the case. [His eyes flick to the brace. He'd like to ask, but... You don't ask people Hey What Happened There.]
Mind if I ask? [That's probably a better opening. Another gesture to his face.] I mean, feel free, if you want, too.
They're more common in this world as well, but I imagine both this Earth and my Runeterra will seem highly archaic at best from your perspective. I'm afraid in that respect you're in for a terrible sense of culture shock.
[Viktor paused a little uneasily, closing the journal with the Hexgates diagrams and setting it on the workbench nearby.]
...I was born with it. A side effect of aforementioned pollution, and not wholly an uncommon one. There is no term for such conditions back home that is not unpleasant, but the modern phrasing for this specifically is 'congenital femoral anteversion'.
So far, yeah, from what I'm seeing, it definitely is. Doesn't even sound like the people here have made it past their moon, space travel wise. [The probes don't count, but the peoples' delight in the images sent back is kind of charming.]
Ah. [His mandible flicks a few times, then flattens against his jaw.] Sorry, didn't mean to overstep. [And then because Garrus can't not put his foot into it-] If it helps, it sounds a lot more scientific than "rocket to the face-itus".
If I did not want to answer, I would not have. [He kicked off against the floor again, wheeling over to the shelf to put the journal away before wheeling back again.]
...Rocket to the face-itis is definitely a better story, though.
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Yeah. They really are.
[He feels you dude. Red tape is the bane of his entire existence.]
Fossil fuels. Really? It's... been a damned long time since I heard of that being widespread. Filters make a lot of sense, if that's the case. [His eyes flick to the brace. He'd like to ask, but... You don't ask people Hey What Happened There.]
Mind if I ask? [That's probably a better opening. Another gesture to his face.] I mean, feel free, if you want, too.
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They're more common in this world as well, but I imagine both this Earth and my Runeterra will seem highly archaic at best from your perspective. I'm afraid in that respect you're in for a terrible sense of culture shock.
[Viktor paused a little uneasily, closing the journal with the Hexgates diagrams and setting it on the workbench nearby.]
...I was born with it. A side effect of aforementioned pollution, and not wholly an uncommon one. There is no term for such conditions back home that is not unpleasant, but the modern phrasing for this specifically is 'congenital femoral anteversion'.
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So far, yeah, from what I'm seeing, it definitely is. Doesn't even sound like the people here have made it past their moon, space travel wise. [The probes don't count, but the peoples' delight in the images sent back is kind of charming.]
Ah. [His mandible flicks a few times, then flattens against his jaw.] Sorry, didn't mean to overstep. [And then because Garrus can't not put his foot into it-] If it helps, it sounds a lot more scientific than "rocket to the face-itus".
[Oh my god shut up.]
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...Rocket to the face-itis is definitely a better story, though.
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[He ducks his head with a dusty sort of laugh. Mission apparently accomplished.]
Well, now it is. Kind of tells the story on its own though, I think. Needs a shorter name.