“A majestic cockatoo,” Desire agreed in good humor, having honestly enjoyed the bit of a show he’d been given. It was a telling thing, however, that despite the aesthetic enjoyment, he didn’t really want to do anything with it. Instead he thought of Declan, pale and bare-chested and statuesque, and remained very well aware of what he really wanted.
It wasn’t as if he’d thrown Aoba at every opportunity that had come their way, back in their Sly Blue days when Reason had listened to him so much more, so the disinterest in itself wasn’t out of character. The difference was how someone else immediately came to mind as a comparison. Now that was something that had never happened before.
“And he,” he added with a brief point towards Ren and an ill-concealed smirk, “is a real Allmate. On the outside, anyway. On the inside he’s a mashup of tech from both our eras and some other things. Basically our own fluffy little ghost, right, pup?”
Ren looked over with the driest look a dog could give before turning his attention up to Mac. “My name is Ren,” he intoned with a brief wag of his tail. “On behalf of all of us, thank you for your hospitality, Macklemore.”
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It wasn’t as if he’d thrown Aoba at every opportunity that had come their way, back in their Sly Blue days when Reason had listened to him so much more, so the disinterest in itself wasn’t out of character. The difference was how someone else immediately came to mind as a comparison. Now that was something that had never happened before.
“And he,” he added with a brief point towards Ren and an ill-concealed smirk, “is a real Allmate. On the outside, anyway. On the inside he’s a mashup of tech from both our eras and some other things. Basically our own fluffy little ghost, right, pup?”
Ren looked over with the driest look a dog could give before turning his attention up to Mac. “My name is Ren,” he intoned with a brief wag of his tail. “On behalf of all of us, thank you for your hospitality, Macklemore.”