┌──═━ SCI ━═──┐

Greetings from the future. I'm Sci. Maybe you know me, maybe you don't. If you don't, then why don't you get to know me? This is the perfect chance, after all.

I intend on staying for a little while.

RULES - All are welcome to talk to me about whatever they want, as long as it's not hate speech of any kind. - You may ask me questions of any kind, including ones that are adult.

Maybe you know this already, but I'm joined by Buster; if he gives you any trouble, you can let me know. On the other hand, if I find out that you're causing him trouble, I will take matters into my own hands (though I doubt that Buster wouldn't have already long since taken care of you himself).

-> He drums his fingers against the table he's sitting at, thinking on it.

"He's kind of a prick, honestly. I don't like how he talks- Or uh, talked, to Buster."

-> He just groans and rubs his forehead.

-> He visibly relaxes and sighs, bumping his head back against the wall.

"..Don't.. Don't want to talk about it right now."

-> He clutches his sleeve, hiding his face in his knees. He peeks out at you after a second.

"Don't like them very much. Besides Dark, now at least.. They're... Okay, I suppose..."

-> He's staring blankly forward at the wall of his apartment, sitting on the floor with his knees to his chest. His eyes are dull and his voice is quiet with numbness.

-> He paces, tapping his hand on arm anxiously.

"Maybe?? Shit, I.."

-> He runs a hand through his hair before exhaling.

"..I need to speak to my father. Just in case."

-> He curses, clearly conflicted.

"I.. Okay, if my father has already gotten a hold on him, then I can't do anything in that department. But maybe.. Maybe if I talk to my father, I can help Buster."

-> He grabs your shoulders, his voice a low hiss.