[Connor steps out of the altar room...and finds Indulgence just, there, like, right outside the doorway, bottle that was just offered to him pointed toward the android like it's a weapon.]
This is it. Line in the sand! I'm done with the wine! No more wine!
[His LED spins red with the initial shock, before phasing to yellow and slowly returning to blue. He's frozen at the doorway, leaning back ever so slightly like he's worried he might get bottle shanked by a god.
Mistakes were made.]
I meant no disrespect. [SWEATS!!] If you dislike the wine, I'd be more than happy to find a suitable replacement.
See? That wasn't so hard! Man, everyone else should really take notes from you. They're always complaining and wanting me to do all their work for them...
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WEEK 3
This is it. Line in the sand! I'm done with the wine! No more wine!
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I'm— sorry?
[His LED spins red with the initial shock, before phasing to yellow and slowly returning to blue. He's frozen at the doorway, leaning back ever so slightly like he's worried he might get bottle shanked by a god.
Mistakes were made.]
I meant no disrespect. [SWEATS!!] If you dislike the wine, I'd be more than happy to find a suitable replacement.
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[Indulgence stashes the wine somewhere on his person. I guess he's just, gonna keep it?]
I've gotta say, not many of you here know how to really backpedal. Good sense of self preservation.
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I... I'm glad to hear it. [???] You're too gracious.
[Is he.]
What offering would you like to receive, instead? I would like to rectify my mistake as soon as possible.
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[What! Does any of that! Even mean!!!]
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he has
literally no idea what any of that means.]
Got it.
[OKAY??]
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[He slaps his hand on Connor's shoulder.]
This has been nice. Illuminating.
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glances at the hand on his shoulder.]
Thank you. I'm honored you think so.
[indulgence. the words coming out of your mouth. what do they mean.]
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[Indulgence pats that shoulder a few times, then he's swiveling away.]
So! What can I do you for, now that we've established how great of an honor it is to be held in my high esteem? Time is money, go, go, go!
[He snaps his fingers!]
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I wanted to know more about you— If you'll allow it, of course. It's been negligent of me to have postponed an audience with you until now.
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[He makes a grand, sweeping gesture.]
Ask away.
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