[ for liking his face enough to not kill him. after what he's been through, he assumes that there is absolutely no one on this entire planet that can beat him, and even if they did, he can't die (a folly that he'll come to regret later when he realizes he's been nerfed and is completely wrong and also dead, undoubtedly). but he gives her the benefit of the doubt. I mean, she looks metal, and also she's talking about blood. sure. why not.
he also cranes his neck to look out at the other bubbles and their respective prisoners, some stationary and some bobbing along the water, moving one way or another. none seem to be going in the same direction to him, but he can't see all that many without turning more, and he doesn't want to do that in case he rocks the boat—uh, ball—again. ]
If we are, I don't think anybody's figured out where yet, either. [ turning back her way, the corner of one side of his mouth quirking up. ] But wouldn't it be pretty fucking sweet if we were the first ones?
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[ for liking his face enough to not kill him. after what he's been through, he assumes that there is absolutely no one on this entire planet that can beat him, and even if they did, he can't die (a folly that he'll come to regret later when he realizes he's been nerfed and is completely wrong and also dead, undoubtedly). but he gives her the benefit of the doubt. I mean, she looks metal, and also she's talking about blood. sure. why not.
he also cranes his neck to look out at the other bubbles and their respective prisoners, some stationary and some bobbing along the water, moving one way or another. none seem to be going in the same direction to him, but he can't see all that many without turning more, and he doesn't want to do that in case he rocks the boat—uh, ball—again. ]
If we are, I don't think anybody's figured out where yet, either. [ turning back her way, the corner of one side of his mouth quirking up. ] But wouldn't it be pretty fucking sweet if we were the first ones?