David looked down at the flattened nanomachine colony, which was serving as a sort of hover-disc, and he sighed inwardly. Though his changed abilities frequently elevated him to great heights, he still found it uncomfortable to be off the ground. Every time he went somewhere with his friend, the scientific genius enthusiastically insisted that they travel using the hover-discs, and he was hard pressed to say no to Cid's enthusiasm.
So once more, Gold clambered his way onto the floating metal disc, with a distinct lack of grace, akin to a baby giraffe taking its first steps or a baby panda trying to climb up stairs. When he had finally made it onto the disc he sat with his legs crossed. He took a second or two to compose himself on the floating disk and he turned to face his good buddy Cid Kayfer. He cocked up an inquisitive eyebrow at his companion, and then threw arms up in exaggerated protest, ?Oy Gevalt! Cid you know that we aren't allowed to drink during the school hours...? he said trailing off at the end. His expression was that of a man that could not have been more serious, mingled with the tiniest hint of disappointment; His students referred to it as his 'Papa Gold is disappoint face'. Seconds later he cracked a tiny smile that, spread across his face, ?...but hypothetically if we were going to drink with lunch, you'd have already known that I'd not only pay for my own but also treat you to a round, because your my buddy; but that is all clearly hypothetical.? he said laughing, with a good deal of gusto.
So once more, Gold clambered his way onto the floating metal disc, with a distinct lack of grace, akin to a baby giraffe taking its first steps or a baby panda trying to climb up stairs. When he had finally made it onto the disc he sat with his legs crossed. He took a second or two to compose himself on the floating disk and he turned to face his good buddy Cid Kayfer. He cocked up an inquisitive eyebrow at his companion, and then threw arms up in exaggerated protest, ?Oy Gevalt! Cid you know that we aren't allowed to drink during the school hours...? he said trailing off at the end. His expression was that of a man that could not have been more serious, mingled with the tiniest hint of disappointment; His students referred to it as his 'Papa Gold is disappoint face'. Seconds later he cracked a tiny smile that, spread across his face, ?...but hypothetically if we were going to drink with lunch, you'd have already known that I'd not only pay for my own but also treat you to a round, because your my buddy; but that is all clearly hypothetical.? he said laughing, with a good deal of gusto.