Observation: Strikingly blue eyes. Colour spectrum- several matches, most significant by percentage:
The ocean in summer at the Poco Path Lab.
--An odd observation to make, but one that was true none the less. Even if the man's expression was more pressing of a concern.
...Why did it feel like he had disappointed the man?
Going into the kitchen, opened a few cupboards to find where the glasses were held, using tap water to fill it up. Hopefully 76 would be alright with unfiltered water, as he doubted there was much to do about at the moment. From there, moving back to that center table, placing the glass down while he moved to gather up the duffle bag--
And pause a moment, noticing writing on it. What was this--
J. Morrison
...Was this 76's real name? The AI could not help go over popular boy's names that started with J-
James, Jacob, Juan, John, Jeremy, Jack--
With 'Morrison' as his family name.
...Well. It did not matter in the moment. Right now, 76 wanted to keep his name a secret, so the AI would respect that, filing this information away for another time. He slung the bag over his shoulder (noting that, for a regular human, this would be quite heavy) and had reached for the glass when something caught the corner of his eye.
Red.
In his hurry, he had forgotten the original bandages 76 had been wearing, still on the table behind the duffle, white and red and--
--Physiologic Emotional Response Override at Limit. Forced Unlock.
"--M-mıərda-"
The AI fell onto one knee, as his core was completely overwhelmed with physical sensations he had been holding off.
Stomach turning concern, shaking hands and arms, feeling as if his head was swimming-- --But mixed in with all these unpleasant sensations was deeply pleasant ones as well. A deep warmth spreading from his hands to his center, soothing and reassuring, his mind unable to keep up with the contrasting sensory overload.
no subject
Observation: Strikingly blue eyes. Colour spectrum- several matches, most significant by percentage:
The ocean in summer at the Poco Path Lab.
--An odd observation to make, but one that was true none the less. Even if the man's expression was more pressing of a concern.
...Why did it feel like he had disappointed the man?
Going into the kitchen, opened a few cupboards to find where the glasses were held, using tap water to fill it up. Hopefully 76 would be alright with unfiltered water, as he doubted there was much to do about at the moment. From there, moving back to that center table, placing the glass down while he moved to gather up the duffle bag--
And pause a moment, noticing writing on it. What was this--
...Was this 76's real name? The AI could not help go over popular boy's names that started with J-
James, Jacob, Juan, John, Jeremy, Jack--
With 'Morrison' as his family name.
...Well. It did not matter in the moment. Right now, 76 wanted to keep his name a secret, so the AI would respect that, filing this information away for another time. He slung the bag over his shoulder (noting that, for a regular human, this would be quite heavy) and had reached for the glass when something caught the corner of his eye.
Red.
In his hurry, he had forgotten the original bandages 76 had been wearing, still on the table behind the duffle, white and red and--
--Physiologic Emotional Response Override at Limit. Forced Unlock.
"--M-mıərda-"
The AI fell onto one knee, as his core was completely overwhelmed with physical sensations he had been holding off.
Stomach turning concern, shaking hands and arms, feeling as if his head was swimming--
--But mixed in with all these unpleasant sensations was deeply pleasant ones as well. A deep warmth spreading from his hands to his center, soothing and reassuring, his mind unable to keep up with the contrasting sensory overload.
W-what was going on--?!