Yep, he's about the same height as her. This is fine.
He's about to make a comment on his 'productive clutter', but her question catches him off guard. A second later it dawns on him just why she'd been giving him that horrified look earlier, and everything else just kind of clicks into place. He winces slightly, debates for a second whether or not he wants to try to bullshit her and tell her he's like twenty-one or something. There's no way she'd believe that. He's a terrible liar to begin with, nobody would believe that.
"Sixte- wait. August, September, October..." He trails off, counting months off on his fingers and frowning in thought. HMMMM. "Seventeen. Or almost seventeen. I kinda lost track of time in the last place I was stuck? There was this whole thing with gods and killer robots-- sorry, getting off track. I'm seventeen."
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He's about to make a comment on his 'productive clutter', but her question catches him off guard. A second later it dawns on him just why she'd been giving him that horrified look earlier, and everything else just kind of clicks into place. He winces slightly, debates for a second whether or not he wants to try to bullshit her and tell her he's like twenty-one or something. There's no way she'd believe that. He's a terrible liar to begin with, nobody would believe that.
"Sixte- wait. August, September, October..." He trails off, counting months off on his fingers and frowning in thought. HMMMM. "Seventeen. Or almost seventeen. I kinda lost track of time in the last place I was stuck? There was this whole thing with gods and killer robots-- sorry, getting off track. I'm seventeen."