cornflakey
Ricardo was clearly trying to impress me. He'd brought me to his home which was decorated from wall to wall with expensive looking ornaments. I couldn't decide whether his behaviour was that of a bower bird showing off to attract a mate, or just a lonely hoarder, surrounding himself with things rather than people.
Her mind was a maze. Complicated strings of thoughts, ideas and emotions linked together almost randomly. I couldn't discern any pattern or organisation. It wasn't like a man's brain. Order and logic held no meaning here. Finding out what she thinks about me will be like finding a needle in a haystack, even with my new abilities. Damnit.
Chief among its features was the startling level of detail. Such intricate sculpting was something, until now, unheard of, but Dr. Gerard's laser cutting technology was capable of so much more.
"Epic!" Lloyd exclaimed, as he discovered that his milk was not yet past its expiry date. I shot him a derisive look; he made an irritating habit of devaluing the word.
Look at him there. Sitting at his desk, eyeing his minions like a proverbial tyrant king. "Coffee. Now." Ordering us around like that. We aren't his slaves. He shouldn't treat us this way, like dogs.