[The first thing he notes are the rubber ducks, followed by the anxious energy of Prompto sitting just nearby. Difficult for an android made to observe to not notice the shift in demeanor, the way the smile widens and brightens, and Connor has to wonder if it's for his sake or the young man's.
But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.
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But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.