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@storiesecho sent ; " You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer. " from function to wheatley !

from the baldurs gate 3 prompts.

"Ha, ha, don't worry - most questions can be pretty hard to answer. You have to make sure you know the answer, that you say it right and sound like you know what you're talking about - if, uh, that's what you're talking about. I think we might not be on the same page."

What they probably meant was the situation they were in now, not the act of explaining it. He briefly fidgets with his hands. Aside from the failed social interaction, he is more nervous than is usual for him. The sinister red lights, giving their own glow in a dim room - it reminded him all too much of the ambience commonly associated with Aperture. But he tries not to think about it! It wasn't that big of a deal.

AMIR IS USED TO THE MANY DIFFERENT SOULS that find themselves in his reflection , most going about their day after only a few moments. He does his job dutifully , making sure that everyone sees themselves as he sees them - and it is one he does with pride. This time , however , the person that stands in front of him does not look at the mirror. Rather , she's looking directly at him. Which is strange , considering that she does not have those.. glasses on.

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❛ I like it very much so! ❜ from Function

HATCHWORTH WAS IN A MOOD. One of those moods ── the kind that filled him with a deep , unrelenting dissatisfaction with himself (and also the fear that if he acted out on it he would be locked away again). But unlike most days , where he's able to repress those feelings deep down inside of him hatch-work it out , today was a particularly bad one. So , there he sat in one of the farthest out rooms in the Manor he could possibly get to , reveling in his mustache-less peace and quiet.

HE DIDN'T HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS UNTIL IT WAS TOO LATE. It was a mad dash to get the mustache back on , scrambling to put it in place before the poor , poor witness had to see something they couldn't unsee. When he finally turned around to greet who had come to find him , the mustache was barely hanging on , sitting on his face at such a weird angle that it didn't exactly hide what it was supposed to.

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"I could likely help you." from Function

THE SPINE STARED AT HER in all of his hatless glory , eyes narrowing skeptically. “You could likely help me.” He echoes , unconvinced. “The last time something like this happened , you played benny hill for two hours before you got bored of watching me chase GG around.” His point ? “She’s putting you up to this.”