[Well, that too, but also they're haunted--not that he believes in that sort of thing. He admittedly hasn't given much thought to what they do, exactly, but Saber seems to think they might tell the future? He'd found them vague and useless, if that's what they're supposed to be for.]
Archer thinks they tell the future. But if you ask me, it's more like a bunch of worthless sounding crap. [ And... they're a lot scarier to hear in person than over the BCE. She crosses her arms in a huff, knocking one to the floor in the process. ] They're the sort of thing a mage with poor taste would create as a joke.
[76 manages to look a little sympathetic--he's not sure how much he buys into future-telling plastic toys, but they are speaking ominously, and the things they're saying are certainly vague enough that they might come true sooner or later. Only time will tell, though he's not terribly interested in investing much of his time in these things.]
Play with them if you want.
[Even though it seems like she's just as uncomfortable with them as he is, just less willing to show it. He waves a hand dismissively.]
[ It's not like she ever had toys, so even something like this would be entertaining. She's pretty easily amused. But, in the end, the creepy factor wins out over everything else. ]
Forget it. I don't want to hear their weird crap. [ Especially since they aren't saying what she wants to hear. She stands up, ignoring his request to put them back in the drawer. ] If you get anything better, let me know. [ Or... she'll probably just find it herself. ]
[He's not so comfortable keeping them, given their apparent supernatural nature, but for that reason he's loath to get rid of them, either. What if they don't like it? What if they have a use that won't make itself clear under these circumstances?
That said, he doesn't particularly want to think too much about it, and gathers up the toys when Mordred seems done with them, dumping them in his drawer. He most certainly will not be letting her know of he gets anything better, but he does expect her to find it anyway, whatever it might be.
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I don't think it works like that.
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[ Maturity. ]
Archer thinks they tell the future. But if you ask me, it's more like a bunch of worthless sounding crap. [ And... they're a lot scarier to hear in person than over the BCE. She crosses her arms in a huff, knocking one to the floor in the process. ] They're the sort of thing a mage with poor taste would create as a joke.
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Play with them if you want.
[Even though it seems like she's just as uncomfortable with them as he is, just less willing to show it. He waves a hand dismissively.]
Just put them back when you're done.
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[ It's not like she ever had toys, so even something like this would be entertaining. She's pretty easily amused. But, in the end, the creepy factor wins out over everything else. ]
Forget it. I don't want to hear their weird crap. [ Especially since they aren't saying what she wants to hear. She stands up, ignoring his request to put them back in the drawer. ] If you get anything better, let me know. [ Or... she'll probably just find it herself. ]
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[He's not so comfortable keeping them, given their apparent supernatural nature, but for that reason he's loath to get rid of them, either. What if they don't like it? What if they have a use that won't make itself clear under these circumstances?
That said, he doesn't particularly want to think too much about it, and gathers up the toys when Mordred seems done with them, dumping them in his drawer. He most certainly will not be letting her know of he gets anything better, but he does expect her to find it anyway, whatever it might be.
He goes ahead and props the door open for her.]
Stay out of my stuff.
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[ But... what's hers isn't his. Flippant as ever, she heads out the door with a wave. ]
Enjoy your weird toys, old man.