was he right?

"My sense of humor is great thank you." Constantine pulls one of the wires and his body tenses when he feels the other has gotten closer. Man, does this person not know anything about personal space? Shit.

Buzzo has missed the memo. Hard. He has been doing nothing but hanging out with a dream-illusion of an adult form of his childhood sweetheart for like, three days, possibly longer. He is one of the people completely lost in the fantasy of it - anything else, like his job search or looking for a professional pseudonym, has fallen to the wayside. He can and does at least dream up the sustenance to survive (sharing it with the illusory Lisa because it's what he imagines she would want), but part of Fibonacci ward near his home has just been transformed into a grassy, twilight-lit park. There he sits, in the comfort of his own imagination made tangible.

It's probably a pretty common sight for the past few days, really, people like him. It's probably hard to tell who's with their real beaus and who's just dreaming. Not that the outside world matters to him at present - it practically doesn't even exist.

As he walked the ever-changing streets of Fibonacci, careful not to stray too far from the refuge of his home, he came across one such display of fluff. In an attempt to quiet his own feelings of loneliness and need for validation from someone, he decided to simply peek into the minds of the man and woman picnicking no more than a yard away.

What he found was less of a shock and more so a "justification" for his next actions.

Forcing his sneer into a more pleasant, albeit twitching smile, he strolled casually towards the couple. With his hands behind his back and only a peripheral view of the two, Quentin slowed his steps as he came alongside the woman and nudged the dream world into changing her appearance. No longer a beautiful brunette, but rather a superficial copy of Quentin as an old man.

Window shopping wasn't always his favorite thing, but...he managed to find a stretch of shops that changed his entire opinion on the matter! Sweets stores, as far as the eye could see. A good variety too! He'd have to do more than just window shop after seeing everything there was...

But it looked like he wasn't the only one looking everything over. Learning other people's preferences was always fun, so...

Cocking his head to the side, he asked the other man, "Weird place for a pick-up line, but I'll excuse your choices for now."

"Hehe!" It brings pride to hear that from him! She'll even puff her chest out and fold her arms with pride to show it all off, "That's right, that's right. I'm pretty cool," She says playfully.

He soon rolled his eyes and made a show of following Ismael with marching steps for the first few feet. As he listened to her delighted news, he felt a mixture of happiness for his friend and envy that she'd found someone to care and be cared for by.

"A partner, huh?" he echoed with a tone more subdued than before. Thankfully he snapped out of that pensive mood within seconds, moving on to another quip and an only half-forced smirk. "Let me guess: you're the friendly sunshine one and he's depressed but sensitive, which makes you two 'perfectly balanced' in the eyes of bleeding-heart fanfiction writers who only consume rom-coms."

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Eiden takes a step back, spreading his arms to really take a look of his new outfit. Another glance goes to mirror where he pats his hair about a little mouth hanging down.

" Just like that huh? "

Sure Kuya had done this kind of thing before but it's hard not to be impressed... It's so fancy too, something that'd normally cost you a leg and it might still not be enough.

His outfit changed to accommodate the higher expectations of the upper levels without the same dramaticism as he'd exhibited before.

Unfortunately this change occurred as the elevator opened its doors to let in a passenger from floor 98. The new face stood there with wide eyes and a confused frown, staying idle for so long that the elevator doors began to close. That seemed to jar them into action, their hand reaching ahead to keep the doors from shutting.

When Quentin noticed the person move, he slapped his own palm over the "close doors" button and then pressed it again for good measure, ignoring the protests that were heard from the other side of the metal. Only once the elevator cab regained upward momentum did he straighten up from the control panel.

The exclamation from someone else does little to startle Constantine as he pulls out some important pieces from the droid he tore open. The robot lays bare and splits wide open on its back on the ground. Its wires and intricate insides are revealed for the world to see.

"hah," he says dryly, "You think you're funny." There's a heavier piece that he pulls from the robot and sets it aside. He'll probably even take the being's head too for use. Maybe he'll find a way to make a weapon from the whole collection but for now...

Constantine's attention is now on the audience.

"There's a difference between thinking and knowing, and I'm hilarious." he huffed out, clearly offended by the other's remark. He used the back of one hand to wipe at his nose, mimicking the discomfort of a bad smell. "It's not my fault if your sense of humour comes with extra salt."

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