For some reason, Jamil has been glaring daggers at one of Mostro Loungeβs signature drinks for an inordinately long amount of time. Upon noticing Ortho in the vicinity, however, his expression is quick to soften.
Β« Ortho, youβre here, Β» he greets him, always deferential. Β« I hope the hootenanny has treated you kindly. » Β
Β« Iβm in a bind myself, Β» he confesses with a sigh. Β« As Kalimβs second in command, Iβm tasked with test-tasting his food to make sure itβs safe for consumption. By now, Iβve tried just about everything else, but these kinds of drinks donβt sit well with my stomach. I know itβs just a school party, but one can never be too careful. Β»
He then offers a small smile, bowing his head slightly.Β
Β« Iβve heard youβre equipped with functions capable of scanning food and its components. Hopefully Iβm not being disrespectful in asking for your help, but Iβd like to know what this drink is made out of. Not only due to the risk of poison, but to check its nutritional value. » After explaining, he tilts his head and adds, Β« all for Kalimβs well-being, of course. Β»
Thereβs a glint in his eye that implies his words carry a layer of deceit. Then again, his request is harmless enough, is it not?Β
LET'S GET HOOTIN! / ACCEPTING!
ortho's sensors were triggered from the moment jamil began to walk towards him. the vice prefect.
the android was unmoving besides a soft turn of his head to meet eyes with the boy.
β greetings jamil viper! I hope the very same for you. β
that was true. it wasn't a secret to anyone how much jamil worked, how much he had to. considering the fact kalim isn't glued to his side may serve to some indicators of him getting a break.
ortho listened to jamil's words closely. did he really have a choice in the matter? it took no time for a complete and cochise explanation to spill from his lips the moment he stated his unfortunate bind.
the android watched closely, focused on the boy's selected words and mannerisms. though all ortho wanted was to have a good time, caution was natural. this was a school of villains. if you fall into a trap, that's a fault on your part and a win for your tormentor.
what does a viper want with me?
ortho wasn't naive to of his high value. he was to anyone really, truly desirable. it was his brother's genius that allowed him to have such vast abilities. he frankly, couldn't see himself befriending jamil and helping him out regularly. perhaps just this one time.
after his prolonged silence, ortho's gaze moved away from jamil's eyes and directly towards the drinks he'd been eyeing.
he approached the table, staring at the drinks for merely five seconds before turning back to jamil.
ortho had now summoned a digital screen, reading off all the drink's ingredients, nutritional value, hell even it's intended and current temperature.
he held it out towards jamil so he was able to read it.
β as you requested. β
