Hmm... it's not really as easy as that-- there's the whole scientific process, too. They still need to test it out and see how and why it works exactly before going forward with it, and that takes time. What works once might not always work the same way afterwards, and that could cause problems later down the line.
[Not that Amane's really a science expert, per se (far from it, really), but being as obsessed with space and astronomy as he is, he at least knew a thing or two about how some of these inventions and discoveries were made. Though the fact that he was even speaking this candidly about this sort of stuff right now was a sign of how much he was letting his mask slip, maybe even more so than usual-- was the scenery coaxing it out of him? Or maybe the fact that he finally was getting to spend some time with Ai again? (That... y'know, didn't involve him breaking down into tears over some trauma or another that the Dream Sphere jostled out of him, anyway--) Either way, it was a little bit of a relief; he felt happier as Dreamer Hanako, and more free, but sometimes it felt nice to talk about things he enjoyed without worrying about giving himself away too much.
He leans into that hair ruffle of hers, though, making to wrap his arms around her waist and smooshing his cheek against her shoulder. It was rather akin to a child clinging onto their mother during a walk, and while he was getting almost a little too old to be pulling those sort of stunts (they were practically the same height these days!!)-- well, he didn't exactly care. At least, not now, anyway, considering there was nobody around to question it.
That said, he can't help but shoot her a wry look at that suggestion-- or as wry as a look as he can give her while pressed against her shoulder, that is.]
... I think you're forgetting I'm not exactly telling other people who I am in the Waking World, though. I'm sure there's other Dreamers out there more than happy to come forward and tell them how inaccurate their Fury Peak displays are, but it's not gonna be me.
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[Not that Amane's really a science expert, per se (far from it, really), but being as obsessed with space and astronomy as he is, he at least knew a thing or two about how some of these inventions and discoveries were made. Though the fact that he was even speaking this candidly about this sort of stuff right now was a sign of how much he was letting his mask slip, maybe even more so than usual-- was the scenery coaxing it out of him? Or maybe the fact that he finally was getting to spend some time with Ai again? (That... y'know, didn't involve him breaking down into tears over some trauma or another that the Dream Sphere jostled out of him, anyway--) Either way, it was a little bit of a relief; he felt happier as Dreamer Hanako, and more free, but sometimes it felt nice to talk about things he enjoyed without worrying about giving himself away too much.
He leans into that hair ruffle of hers, though, making to wrap his arms around her waist and smooshing his cheek against her shoulder. It was rather akin to a child clinging onto their mother during a walk, and while he was getting almost a little too old to be pulling those sort of stunts (they were practically the same height these days!!)-- well, he didn't exactly care. At least, not now, anyway, considering there was nobody around to question it.
That said, he can't help but shoot her a wry look at that suggestion-- or as wry as a look as he can give her while pressed against her shoulder, that is.]
... I think you're forgetting I'm not exactly telling other people who I am in the Waking World, though. I'm sure there's other Dreamers out there more than happy to come forward and tell them how inaccurate their Fury Peak displays are, but it's not gonna be me.