“What on earth is in that book?” Minoru exclaimed, feeling just about as much confusion as Ziggy was.
Isamu couldn’t even answer the question. Or any of them, really. After all, he pulled his paper out of review and resubmitted it without an appendix because it was the best way he could think of to keep information about the singer’s alien anatomy hidden on this world. It was the best he could do to prove that he wasn’t the selfish, unethical addict and tyrant that Ziggy claimed. And now, Ziggy was just handing him what appeared to be an Anthean medical journal, that he owned, and he was supposed to believe that this was somehow NOT a test?
Minoru finally reached around his brother to snatch the notebook and flip through the pages.
“Minoru, what are you doing?!”
“Trying to understand what all the fuss is about.” There were a lot of notes. He kept flipping quickly until he finally came upon one of the few illustrations in the book, “Oh, hey, is that what you looked like as a kid?”
“Minoru!”
“Bro, you gave him a copy of your paper because you wanted him to trust you, right?” The younger twin didn't wait for an answer before adding. “Would he show you something this personal if he didn’t?”
“To test…”
“He said it wasn’t a test, Bro. He’s telling the truth.” Minoru insisted.
no subject
Isamu couldn’t even answer the question. Or any of them, really. After all, he pulled his paper out of review and resubmitted it without an appendix because it was the best way he could think of to keep information about the singer’s alien anatomy hidden on this world. It was the best he could do to prove that he wasn’t the selfish, unethical addict and tyrant that Ziggy claimed. And now, Ziggy was just handing him what appeared to be an Anthean medical journal, that he owned, and he was supposed to believe that this was somehow NOT a test?
Minoru finally reached around his brother to snatch the notebook and flip through the pages.
“Minoru, what are you doing?!”
“Trying to understand what all the fuss is about.” There were a lot of notes. He kept flipping quickly until he finally came upon one of the few illustrations in the book, “Oh, hey, is that what you looked like as a kid?”
“Minoru!”
“Bro, you gave him a copy of your paper because you wanted him to trust you, right?” The younger twin didn't wait for an answer before adding. “Would he show you something this personal if he didn’t?”
“To test…”
“He said it wasn’t a test, Bro. He’s telling the truth.” Minoru insisted.
“How do you know?”
“I can feel it.”
“I can’t!”