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[yellowhasthechest]

... I can't do that kind of math but yeah, compared to my planet I think you might be new.

[meteorstorm]

Two hundred thousand, give or take, for anatomical modernity. Figuring the planet is about four and a half billion years old . . . we're not by any stretch of the imagination the oldest beings here.

[yellowhasthechest]

Too many numbers, Ryuusei.

[meteorstorm]

Numbers are what we use on this planet. Deal with it.

[yellowhasthechest]

Not all of us got an education. Deal with that.

[meteorstorm]

If you're stealing money, one would hope you have any idea of how much you actually have.

[yellowhasthechest]

Accounting is simple. Trying to convert your years to my years in large amounts so that I have some kind of idea of how old your planet is in my units of measurement isn't.

[meteorstorm]

That's what calculators are for.

[yellowhasthechest]

[Whapping you on the shoulder.]

Do I look like the kind of person who carries a calculator around?

[meteorstorm]

[ pulling his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the calculator thing ]

They're not uncommon.

[yellowhasthechest]

I don't think mine has one.

[meteorstorm]

[ just handing it over ]

[yellowhasthechest]

[Sitting up and taking it, typing away for a long minute.]

Geez, you guys are babies compared to half the universe.

[meteorstorm]

Even we know that much.

[yellowhasthechest]

Well, I needed a benchmark.

[But definitely snooping through your phone, now.]

[meteorstorm]

[ not actually paying that much attention ]

Well there you have it.

[yellowhasthechest]

Mm.

[A few seconds of silence, except for the clicking noises of the phone.] For somebody who only trusts one person you look like you've got a lot of friends.

[meteorstorm]

I said one person here.

[ rolling over and reaching for his phone ]

And that's invasion of privacy.

[yellowhasthechest]

You handed it to me of your own free will, kid.

[Rolling out of reach and scrolling.] Cute girlfriend, too.

[meteorstorm]

To use the calculator.

[ a little red but he's rolling over and reaching for it ]

She's not my girlfriend.

[yellowhasthechest]

Oh, then she's single? Good to know.

[Teasing, rather obviously, but reaching out to hold him off so she can look through the rest.]

[meteorstorm]

[ that may mean he's sprawled half on top of you trying to grab it ]

She is.

[yellowhasthechest]

[I am so super not bothered by this.]

But you like her. Right?

[meteorstorm]

[ I just want my phone, give it back. that red is creeping down his neck, though ]

She's just a friend.

[yellowhasthechest]

Aw, you do.

[Not holding you back anymore, but a little puzzled.] But their uniform is different than yours is.