"Michel de--" He's not sure if he screamed out loud or inside his head but there was definitely some fanboy nerdgasm that went off and he's not self-conscious enough in the moment to be embarrassed about it.
"You're-- Nostra-- Nostradamus-- You're Nostradamus. Oh my days I'm talking to Nostradamus. Did I have steak last night? I don't think I did. Maybe that was a bit of ninja pork in my tofu." Steven is hyperventilating and backpedalling a little bit. He curls his hand into a fist and bites the fleshy part of his index finger.
"You're not my usual kind of French poetry, I must admit, but I've read Les Prophéties in the original languages. Cover to cover." He might not be the biggest nerd on this ship but he is definitely going to be up there.
"W-- y-- you've. Written it already. Right?" Oh no, did he just create some space-time-breaking paradox in his excitement?
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"You're-- Nostra-- Nostradamus-- You're Nostradamus. Oh my days I'm talking to Nostradamus. Did I have steak last night? I don't think I did. Maybe that was a bit of ninja pork in my tofu." Steven is hyperventilating and backpedalling a little bit. He curls his hand into a fist and bites the fleshy part of his index finger.
"You're not my usual kind of French poetry, I must admit, but I've read Les Prophéties in the original languages. Cover to cover." He might not be the biggest nerd on this ship but he is definitely going to be up there.
"W-- y-- you've. Written it already. Right?" Oh no, did he just create some space-time-breaking paradox in his excitement?