[He is looking curiously and perceptively at Sidon from where he's standing.] You should get some rest. [HE REALLY DODGED THE QUESTION WITHOUT FALTER.]
I remember how tired I was once I got here. [Pepperidge Farm remembers.] It isn't any trouble.
[Sidon is becoming more and more fishy, and he is becoming more and more fascinated by this.
Again, he's surprised somehow by the reminder of the bruise, and he reaches up toward it.] I... suppose I learned it does not eat you, just tries to assimilate you inside of itself. [Like the gelatinous things under water in Zelda.]
Um...
[He seems reluctant to say, but not in a sheepish way. In a more serious way.]
It's... alright. [...] Scien... paid me a visit when I first arrived.
[ stop getting distracted by biology, it'll all change back within the hour. he considers this similarity to like-likes, which will attempt to kill his dad in a couple years from now. a little dryly, ]
I suppose we should avoid getting digested any faster than necessary.
[ good to know. but he's more distracted by the bruise, frowning lightly as he assesses it. ]
[LUCKILY! this place has done a majority of healing to it, so the bruise is mostly faded, and his fluffy hair does a great job of hiding the remainder. It doesn't even ache anymore! Yippee.
He frowns.]
It's... hard to say. I think he got out most of his side when he kicked me in the head, but... I suppose... I've been working with him distantly on a few things here.
[ he looks back at him. he's not used to this. if a monster attacks link, he or link will kill it. if someone insults his family, he talks them down or commands their cooperation. he's not used to someone he cares for being hurt in such an unresolved way.
it makes him a little... angry? he's not an angry person, usually. he doesn't look furious or anything. but all those extra fins ruffle again, like a disturbed bird, annoyed. ]
Viktor. He told you that you deserve to die and then kicked you in the head.
[Not this surprising the hell out of him. The only other person who would have maybe taken up for him this way would be Jayce. And even then, Jayce had a lot of societal pressures on him, enough to maybe stay his hand.
But it's hard for a dying man from a background of scraps not to excuse mistreatment by saying he's lucky to have what he's got. It's hard to have trauma, to hear Scien's words, and not think it's all deserved.]
Yes, but...
[He finds, like this, he doesn't have any more excuses.]
You don't have to make an enemy out of someone just for me. Though... if you did punch him, by chance... I suppose he would heal here...
[ there are so many people here who are either afraid of decency, or don't feel they haven't earned it—does such a person exist? someone so evil they shouldn't be treated with some modicum of dignity? if they do, he hasn't met them here.
through his irritation, there's a short peal of laughter. ]
If that's enough to make an enemy of Scien, we would never be friends anyway!
[ he will punch him and it will heal in a little while, it's fine. he's decided. ]
It'll just be once. Call it a selfish impulse. You can chalk it up to my boorishness! [ he knows it's a little... stupid? maybe it's not the right, rational course of action, but it doesn't feel wrong, either. ]
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Um.
[He is looking curiously and perceptively at Sidon from where he's standing.] You should get some rest. [HE REALLY DODGED THE QUESTION WITHOUT FALTER.]
I remember how tired I was once I got here. [Pepperidge Farm remembers.] It isn't any trouble.
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So you didn't walk into a wall of flesh? Nothing like that?
[ the way my pc timings are getting all whack it's fine. this stupid little skrunkly science man, he really deserves a noogie. ]
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He sort of stands there, caught, not unlike a fish out of water with its mouth opening and closing, don't eat him please.]
I... um. [Fidgets.] ...I was trying to test the strange, organic wall near the Grinder.
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he gives him a look that isn't quite exasperated. it's intent, though. ]
I see! Did you learn anything? [ he skims a fingertip over the bruise on his head ] And how did you get this one?
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Again, he's surprised somehow by the reminder of the bruise, and he reaches up toward it.] I... suppose I learned it does not eat you, just tries to assimilate you inside of itself. [Like the gelatinous things under water in Zelda.]
Um...
[He seems reluctant to say, but not in a sheepish way. In a more serious way.]
It's... alright. [...] Scien... paid me a visit when I first arrived.
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I suppose we should avoid getting digested any faster than necessary.
[ good to know. but he's more distracted by the bruise, frowning lightly as he assesses it. ]
...Are the two of you still at odds?
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He frowns.]
It's... hard to say. I think he got out most of his side when he kicked me in the head, but... I suppose... I've been working with him distantly on a few things here.
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he thinks about what the proper response to this would be. the thinking process lasts about one second before he just blurts something out. ]
Say—do you think I could punch him? Just once.
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Did... he hear... that right...?]
Are... you serious? I'm... not sure how much it would do actually. You don't have to trouble yourself for me over something... so childish.
Perhaps I even deserved it for trying to look at his research.
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it makes him a little... angry? he's not an angry person, usually. he doesn't look furious or anything. but all those extra fins ruffle again, like a disturbed bird, annoyed. ]
Viktor. He told you that you deserve to die and then kicked you in the head.
[ just in case he missed something here. ]
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But it's hard for a dying man from a background of scraps not to excuse mistreatment by saying he's lucky to have what he's got. It's hard to have trauma, to hear Scien's words, and not think it's all deserved.]
Yes, but...
[He finds, like this, he doesn't have any more excuses.]
You don't have to make an enemy out of someone just for me. Though... if you did punch him, by chance... I suppose he would heal here...
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through his irritation, there's a short peal of laughter. ]
If that's enough to make an enemy of Scien, we would never be friends anyway!
[ he will punch him and it will heal in a little while, it's fine. he's decided. ]
It'll just be once. Call it a selfish impulse. You can chalk it up to my boorishness! [ he knows it's a little... stupid? maybe it's not the right, rational course of action, but it doesn't feel wrong, either. ]