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A sense of uncertainty as the woman examined his drunken face. Her boundless beauty was almost patronising. Eyes, lucid crystals, creeping into every crevice of his appearance. He was well aware of the fact that she was studying him closely, but he was to drunk to care.
Mock laughter. “I… i see.” He slurs, a burp creeping from his throat. “You’re nice… yeah, I like you.”
Galaco blinked in confusion at the sudden statement, head tilting slightly. What had compelled him to say something like that? He hadn’t known he for more than a few seconds after all, and he obviously didn’t know her name either. Sighing through her nose, it wrinkled in recoil at the scent of alcohol. Ah, yes, this man was drunk. Her question had been answered, and luckily, she didn’t even have to ask why.
“I think that’s something you say when you get to know someone,” the android explained. Be it platonic or not, it really wasn’t something she could answer to. “If you don’t mind, may I ask if you’re lost? Oh, no wait, I already asked, so I guess there’s no bother in you minding.”
gyarakous reblogged this from martiniandmurder and added: ???–: Well, her plan to get his name didn’t work, though she appreciated the politeness he showed in return. Normally,...
martiniandmurder reblogged this from gyarakous and added: “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.” His tone was what could be described as ‘unintentionally sarcastic’. A kind of bitter...
