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ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs Cᴏɴɴᴏʀ ▲ ʀᴋ800 ([personal profile] bleps) wrote 2019-04-23 03:10 pm (UTC)

[Connor probably won’t really think about it, never having given thought to being anything else than an investigator (dangerous considerations, as well as him honestly enjoying what he does in a general sense), but he still looks satisfied, smiling when he straightens. He pockets the quarter again.]

I can try to teach you sometime. Maybe when things have settled—

[And then the booth is kind enough to remind them that they’re supposed to be playing a game, and Connor’s focus realigns, android-quick.

When he reads the question, the mood shifts almost immediately; Connor at first noticing Prompto’s draining smile after he looks at the young man, clearly confused.]


You… have something like that?

[Are they not supposed to discuss? Rules are easily discarded when he spies a sudden uptick in real discomfort from the other.]

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