“Hm… well. S’pose I deserved that, and all.”
He’s still sitting in the spot that Tenna left him, cigarette perched in his mouth. He’s not going to waste the gift the CRT gave him, however unintentional it was.
“. . .
What was the point of bein’ chucked over here if I’ll just be as alone and miserable as I was back home?”
“…Rough day?”
Till flops down next to the… dog(?) and takes a drag from his own cigarette, tired from a long day of pushing himself on stage.
“I couldn’t help but overhear ya just now… An’ maybe it’s none of my business, but…”
“I’m not sure what ya did, but I don’t think most people deserve t’ feel like they’re all alone in the world.”
“… nmm.”
Ramb takes another drag, before tilting his head away to exhale. He’s not sure how old this Lightner is, but all humans look baby-faced to him, and he doesn’t want to blow smoke directly at them.
“Things have been rough for. . . a while, now, yeah. Though I s’pose that’s partly because I’ve burned some bridges.” Another drag, another exhale. The sad dogs tail hangs limply. “Figured now that the big guy doesn’t have so much stress on his shoulders, maybe we could be friends again. I was wrong.”
