R's shoulders twitch at being called a magpie. Obviously they have different definitions on what counts as useful.
"The...show," R repeats, pausing so he can remember. That one. The one his Escort sat him down for. It's so recent even he can't forget it - not yet, anyway. Humans like to talk things over right after it happens, R trying to think of something worthwhile to say because of the way Howard's frowning now and expecting an opinion from him. "Waste..of life. Sorry...it had to be...that way."
He is, really. It's just muted and almost never shows on his Dead face. R's not sure what to say other than that. He thinks he talked, briefly, with Ariadne on the Victoria Ascendant but that's all he really knows about her. Whatever awkwardness he has there has nothing to do with him being a corpse: he literally has no idea what to say and he thinks it'd be the same if he had a pulse or not. As for Howard, R doesn't know if they were friends or not. Maybe in his head he thinks all Living are connected somehow, like friends in the making, like it's so, so much better than relationships between zombies. It's one of his goofy little daydreams R knows doesn't make sense. Then he thinks of how well Howard and Julie hit it off, and he thinks maybe it's possible.
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"The...show," R repeats, pausing so he can remember. That one. The one his Escort sat him down for. It's so recent even he can't forget it - not yet, anyway. Humans like to talk things over right after it happens, R trying to think of something worthwhile to say because of the way Howard's frowning now and expecting an opinion from him. "Waste..of life. Sorry...it had to be...that way."
He is, really. It's just muted and almost never shows on his Dead face. R's not sure what to say other than that. He thinks he talked, briefly, with Ariadne on the Victoria Ascendant but that's all he really knows about her. Whatever awkwardness he has there has nothing to do with him being a corpse: he literally has no idea what to say and he thinks it'd be the same if he had a pulse or not. As for Howard, R doesn't know if they were friends or not. Maybe in his head he thinks all Living are connected somehow, like friends in the making, like it's so, so much better than relationships between zombies. It's one of his goofy little daydreams R knows doesn't make sense. Then he thinks of how well Howard and Julie hit it off, and he thinks maybe it's possible.