[It sounds like a mess, is what it sounds like, but at least not an insulting mess. The kind of mess he's come to expect from Tanaka's mouth, where he has to sort through it carefully to figure out what it means. But it's at least obvious that he's not being blown off or dissed in any way. The implication does seem to be "maybe later." And also "I'm super, super repressed."
Now that that's out of the way, though--and now that this conversation has relaxed Leon enough that he's no longer rigid with rage at CERES or choked with fear that he might be fading out into a string of code--Leon can't resist the urge to poke at a subject that involves himself. He sits back on the couch, giving Tanaka his space, his manner having eased off a lot from earlier.]
Heh . . . sounds like a lot o' work. Just give people some kinda "How Much Magical Essence Do You Have" quiz like you get in magazines, right? Ha ha! Heeeey, so mine's gotta be pretty good, right?
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Now that that's out of the way, though--and now that this conversation has relaxed Leon enough that he's no longer rigid with rage at CERES or choked with fear that he might be fading out into a string of code--Leon can't resist the urge to poke at a subject that involves himself. He sits back on the couch, giving Tanaka his space, his manner having eased off a lot from earlier.]
Heh . . . sounds like a lot o' work. Just give people some kinda "How Much Magical Essence Do You Have" quiz like you get in magazines, right? Ha ha! Heeeey, so mine's gotta be pretty good, right?