#vhsrot

it's late at some small chinese place, “read your fortune cookie thing, man. mine says... the universe tends to unfold as it should. i knew it. i'm gonna turn 30 and die.”

sounds of sudden banging has zora running to the door, not being sure who was there. when they do open it, the sight of jack collapsing to the ground has them stunned - letting out a small curse.

"oh.. what the fuck." damn damn damn.

they do manage to drag him inside and close the door behind him. once he's in their apartment, they continue to get him towards the couch. it's clearly emergency mode.

"i don't know what happened but.. alright, i gotta.. gotta help you out here."

they get him on their couch and immediately run to find their first aid kit from under one of the cabinets in their apartment.

they return and sit by him.. grimacing as they start to observe the extent of the damage. they have to tread lightly.. very lightly here.

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zora had genuinely been interesting in learning more about what jack had been up to when they encountered him in the liquor store. of course, they were trying to pick up up a drink of their own when this encounter happened. the sheer timing of it all.

they laughed when their question was turned around on them.

"i guess it only works when people are willing to respond. it's something i can't assume as a given. " it's an honest answer, probably one that comes from them knowing that people might not take well for them genuinely paying attention, genuinely being interested.

Luigi felt the familiar icy presence of the malicious spirit before it had even opened its toothy maw. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle as his entire body tensed like a cornered mouse.

He regards Connor in silence for a moment, eyebrows rising higher on his forehead, eyes blinking once, twice. Kamski's lips thin, hiding the Cheshire smile already halfway formed, but only just, and he tilts his head to the side as if that might help him understand Connor.

"I could have. Yes."

Almost all at once, he turns away, reaching for the towel set on top of the transparent glass desk and patting it against his neck, up along the edges of his hairline. As if he no longer has any interest in Connor, or this exchange, the android's innocent face blank, meant to look unassuming and of no danger to anyone.

When he speaks, there are traces of the eager and awkward youth he once was; despite all the speech therapy, he sometimes still sounds like he's talking with a mouthful of marbles -- but like he's elegant about it.

"But what would you have learned from it, Connor? What would anyone have learned from it, besides my unique capability to produce technological g-dhood?"

A soft snrk, just short of a full snort.

HOW'S MY PORTRAYAL? / accepting !

This a great honor from you, my friend. ;A; I really try to make him my own, so thank you very much!!!! <3