[ an inscrutable sincerity, that's what he suddenly decides he likes about her as he listens to her voice, carding his hand through his hair to push back the wild tilt of his fringe. one stubbornly remains plastered to his jawline. she's opposite him on that one polarity: he would say he has an inscrutable insincerity. whatever she uses this charm for, he's willing to bet that she's more successful at it than he is. ]

To talk to the planet, huh... [ a digesting repetition, the way it catches his attention and sends his mind twisting into frenetic possibilities. the whole earth, one giant spirit? mother earth manifesting as a curse? as humanity grows more complex in their ability to think, so to has their parameters of fear; not just the typhoon or the earthquake, but the terror of planet itself come wrathful entity... fascinating. ]

[ of course, he's coming around to the idea of other realities, other magics and laws to the supernatural, since arriving in this city. it doesn't stop him from painting everything with the one brush he has in perspective. ]

Two people protecting something that big? [ well that certainly drums up a different image; it's been a long time for him to think of his curses as anything more than a tool. ] Isn't that hard? They're really outnumbered, you know. The planet's probably pretty mad at them...

[ can he not shut the fuck up or what. he seems to realize his rudeness after a moment, slumping with regret. ]

Ahhh, sorry sorry. Do go on.