Myra's fairly certain that the younger Shadow wouldn't need reminding. He was well-aware of the date in the Old Tiger's world, and likely kept abreast of exactly how old he'd be. She wonders briefly what it would be like to imagine meeting yourself at 100 years old, and being greeted not with frailty, but vigor.
Then he's back to business and her wandering mind returns, hinging on his words with a solemn nod.
"You know I'm glad to do whatever I can." It doesn't need saying, but she does anyway. She's eager for work in his world, and the type of jobs he gives her are more challenging, the kind he prefers to reserve for himself, the kinds his younger self also prefers to handle personally. The last thing she'd wish upon him is a cold, but she does find a perverse enjoyment at the chance to push her skills.
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Date: 2015-01-23 04:36 am (UTC)Then he's back to business and her wandering mind returns, hinging on his words with a solemn nod.
"You know I'm glad to do whatever I can." It doesn't need saying, but she does anyway. She's eager for work in his world, and the type of jobs he gives her are more challenging, the kind he prefers to reserve for himself, the kinds his younger self also prefers to handle personally. The last thing she'd wish upon him is a cold, but she does find a perverse enjoyment at the chance to push her skills.