R has to work out what karaoke is again - he gets it involves music and that's always a plus, hears the word "Ipod" and makes a face. Ipods don’t have anything on vinyl but at this point, Howard’s right about their options. R makes a noise in the back of his throat.
“It’s…a date.”
The glow from before fades as it sinks in not only did he make a new friend today, he’s also going to hang out. With a human. That makes a grand total of two in his whole life. Uh oh. How do you hang out? With other zombies, it’s easy. But someone like Howard? The only practice R had with hanging out were those few days with Julie. What if Howard gets bored? What if they run out of words? What if bounces around the inside of his skull.
Oh man, oh man. Maybe he chewed off more than he could swallow. R starts worrying.
He’s still worrying when he happens to look up and see a flash of teal moving through the Speakeasy. R freezes. Before he can think about ducking under the table and telling Howard to cover him (friends do that, right?), his Escort catches sight of them.
“Ugggh,” R groans.
“There you are!” The Escort is frazzled enough that her hair isn’t perfect, her teal outfit literally thrown together last minute. “Impossible!”
The first thing she does is check the muzzle. R rolls his eyes at Howard.
It’s then the Escort notices Howard, recognizes him, and her face softens. Howard might not be the most popular, strongest or even most handsome Tribute in the running but she’s rather fond of him all the same. He can put on a good emotional show and he cleans up nicely if he puts his mind to it. She may have been rooting for him in the last Arena. Privately, of course. Anything else would hardly be professional!
“Hello, Howard!” she says, smiling at him. “I’m afraid I need to borrow R now. He’s due for a…cleaning. Why don’t you pop by after? District 4’s level, of course.”
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“It’s…a date.”
The glow from before fades as it sinks in not only did he make a new friend today, he’s also going to hang out. With a human. That makes a grand total of two in his whole life. Uh oh. How do you hang out? With other zombies, it’s easy. But someone like Howard? The only practice R had with hanging out were those few days with Julie. What if Howard gets bored? What if they run out of words? What if bounces around the inside of his skull.
Oh man, oh man. Maybe he chewed off more than he could swallow. R starts worrying.
He’s still worrying when he happens to look up and see a flash of teal moving through the Speakeasy. R freezes. Before he can think about ducking under the table and telling Howard to cover him (friends do that, right?), his Escort catches sight of them.
“Ugggh,” R groans.
“There you are!” The Escort is frazzled enough that her hair isn’t perfect, her teal outfit literally thrown together last minute. “Impossible!”
The first thing she does is check the muzzle. R rolls his eyes at Howard.
It’s then the Escort notices Howard, recognizes him, and her face softens. Howard might not be the most popular, strongest or even most handsome Tribute in the running but she’s rather fond of him all the same. He can put on a good emotional show and he cleans up nicely if he puts his mind to it. She may have been rooting for him in the last Arena. Privately, of course. Anything else would hardly be professional!
“Hello, Howard!” she says, smiling at him. “I’m afraid I need to borrow R now. He’s due for a…cleaning. Why don’t you pop by after? District 4’s level, of course.”