Rufus didn't need further explanation for the game controllers, he really didn't.
He reached for them carefully, around the others, and settled one in his lap--well, more like perched on his knee--and considered the other one and his PHS.
"Hold this," he ordered Peridot, handing his PHS over. "Keep it pointed at me and at the things outside. Touch none of the buttons on it." He didn't want her messing up his recording! It was important.
Then he took up the controller that wasn't on his knee and got to work.
It took him a few moments to figure out which button did what but, after that brief learning period... his aim was very, very good.
The reckless glee that, many years later, would drive him to jump off a building without a safety net was evident now in the smile he was wearing. It wasn't a grin, he didn't do grins, but it was gleeful in a sharp, hard-edged way.
no subject
He reached for them carefully, around the others, and settled one in his lap--well, more like perched on his knee--and considered the other one and his PHS.
"Hold this," he ordered Peridot, handing his PHS over. "Keep it pointed at me and at the things outside. Touch none of the buttons on it." He didn't want her messing up his recording! It was important.
Then he took up the controller that wasn't on his knee and got to work.
It took him a few moments to figure out which button did what but, after that brief learning period... his aim was very, very good.
The reckless glee that, many years later, would drive him to jump off a building without a safety net was evident now in the smile he was wearing. It wasn't a grin, he didn't do grins, but it was gleeful in a sharp, hard-edged way.
Rufus should have been born a Diamond, really.