[ ...ahh, being fixed in a gaze not unlike the gentle caress of a spiked bat upside the head. Truly, just like home.
Lucky that his skull's thick no matter where he crashes. ]
Uh. A little? [ Lighter answers as if he's paring the bitter rind back from the genuine sentiment beneath. Like, he's really thinking here. ] It's more like... the implication seems sad, more than the lack or dust or wear itself. You know?
[ He reaches out to the nearest glossy hood, tough fingers skirting its seam. No dirt, no fingerprints, no cactus spines. Not even a little creature living in there, damn. ]
The whole point of a ride is the freedom to go somewhere. It's a shame that it looks untouched.
[ There are other Implications at work here, but. Let's talk dust. For now. ]
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Lucky that his skull's thick no matter where he crashes. ]
Uh. A little? [ Lighter answers as if he's paring the bitter rind back from the genuine sentiment beneath. Like, he's really thinking here. ] It's more like... the implication seems sad, more than the lack or dust or wear itself. You know?
[ He reaches out to the nearest glossy hood, tough fingers skirting its seam. No dirt, no fingerprints, no cactus spines. Not even a little creature living in there, damn. ]
The whole point of a ride is the freedom to go somewhere. It's a shame that it looks untouched.
[ There are other Implications at work here, but. Let's talk dust. For now. ]