[Surprised, Justice flinches, even covering his head like he's afraid he's about to get struck. Kind of a troubling reaction on both of their parts, here.]
I...I'm sorry. I was just curious, that's all. I want to know all about you.
Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
It's okay...I'm sorry. I just thought that...never mind.
[Justice straightens hesitantly, hands clenching and unclenching.]
I like most anything...I like animals. I don't have a very big following right now, so...if you can convince anyone else to join our team, that would be really, really great!
["I just thought that..." reminds him too much of another conversation. Something entirely unpleasant. But— It's fine. It's good. Just press forward. Ignore it.]
... I see. [...] Then, you're in luck. Helping you win this competition is now my mission, and I always accomplish my mission. You can count on me, Justice.
I look forward to our partnership. [Said in the most earnest tone, despite the fact that his god is like hecking 5.] Is there anything you'd like me to know before we continue with this competition?
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[Surprised, Justice flinches, even covering his head like he's afraid he's about to get struck. Kind of a troubling reaction on both of their parts, here.]
I...I'm sorry. I was just curious, that's all. I want to know all about you.
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Connor is going to be quite suddenly, quite abruptly jarred out of whichever diatribe he was about to go off on. He's silent for a second or two, LED spinning red, red, red — before finally settling down on yellow. He adjusts his tie. Straightens out his jacket. Gets his LED back to blue.]
I apologize. [His tone's softer now, at least. His chill has been located.] It seems my response was... inappropriate. Perhaps it would benefit both of us if we selected another topic.
[One that doesn't have to do with feelings.]
Like, for example— I'd like to learn all about you, as well. What gifts are you most interested in? How may I best serve you?
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[Justice straightens hesitantly, hands clenching and unclenching.]
I like most anything...I like animals. I don't have a very big following right now, so...if you can convince anyone else to join our team, that would be really, really great!
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... I see. [...] Then, you're in luck. Helping you win this competition is now my mission, and I always accomplish my mission. You can count on me, Justice.
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I will! I do! I know you can do it...we can do it, together!
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[Except, Justice pauses.]
Wait! I want you to know...you're going to do a great job!