[ Bless his soul. Gratefully, Prompto lifts the bowl from Connor's hands, wasting no time in sipping from it, issuing a sigh that's deep and content. A good batch of warm soup really can work miracles, you know? ]
Remind me to thank 'em later. Who...ever it was.
[ He may as well be thanking everyone by the time everything about this ordeal is said and done. ]
So...what are your pre-programmed skills? [ His expression flickers. ] ...I-I mean, it's not, uh, weird if I ask that, is it?
[ This is entirely new territory for him, and he isn't sure what Connor might consider too invasive a question, even if he's been pretty open about his nature so far. After Struxta, it's not so surprising anymore, but it's still...definitely different, to think about androids in this way and not like what the MTs were. ]
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Remind me to thank 'em later. Who...ever it was.
[ He may as well be thanking everyone by the time everything about this ordeal is said and done. ]
So...what are your pre-programmed skills? [ His expression flickers. ] ...I-I mean, it's not, uh, weird if I ask that, is it?
[ This is entirely new territory for him, and he isn't sure what Connor might consider too invasive a question, even if he's been pretty open about his nature so far. After Struxta, it's not so surprising anymore, but it's still...definitely different, to think about androids in this way and not like what the MTs were. ]