[ as soon as he hits the ground he changes back. he looks pleased that five's not going to treat him like a little brat... though he is most definitely a little brat. he reaches to take his hand. ] Because you name came up first, but also I like you a lot, sensei.
Ok! let's walk to the cafe. I'm going to eat so many donuts. [ he's going to make himself sick, probably. ] Are you going to eat a donut too?
[ pushes his chair next to five’s and then climbs into it. ] Just anybody that passed through the wobby, but there weren’t a lot of people. [ crams a donut straight into his mouth. ] Whush dat [ talking with his mouth full as he points at the coffee. ] Can I have shom?
I might. [ he climbs into five's lap and takes the cup for a sip. he absolutely makes a face, but he doesn't spit it out. ] Bitter! How can you dwink that?
[ grabs another ( super frosted ) donut to cram into his mouth to get the icky taste of bitter coffee out. ] ...ew, that was a luxuwy?! [ sticks his tongue out. ] And what did it help you do?
[ crams another two donuts into his mouth. ] Water is important. I could contwol water back home, and it was just as cool as you think it was. [ beams, his face smeared in sprinkles and frosting. ] But we should go to the water place! [ climbs back into his own chair and grabs a donut for the road. ] It has lots of animals!
[ going to grab another donut out of spite and shove it into his mouth as he dashes for the door, turning himself into a Tyrannosaurus rex the moment he’s outside. ]I can get us there real quick!
I didn’t mean for this to happen. [ he kind of feels like a parasite at the moment, so that wouldn’t be that hard to imagine. ] I got a bunch of potions from alcheME! and I took the wrong one. It was an accident.
[ he probably doesn’t weigh much, so at least there’s that. ] Fine… you did let me eat a bunch of donuts, so I guess I can be good…
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Ok! let's walk to the cafe. I'm going to eat so many donuts. [ he's going to make himself sick, probably. ] Are you going to eat a donut too?
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[ he'll take his hand since he's receptive to it, for now this strategy worked, let's see how it lasts ]
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[ he's going to be good for five because he REALLY wants a donut. at least one. maybe two. definitely seven. ]
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I don't suppose your unitmates saw you like this.
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Habit, mostly. This was a bit of a luxury when I was - well. Growing up. It helped in the morning.
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But thanks. I'm glad I met you too.
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But fine. Let's go to an aquarium or whatever.
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I can sit in your lap and you can reach the pedals for me!
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Fine. But no putting your hands on the steering wheel. All right? If you crash us I don't want to be responsible for it.
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[ he's going to just. try to keep walking with him ]
Can't you pretend you're a parasite controlling my body or something so if I drive you're driving?
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[ he probably doesn’t weigh much, so at least there’s that. ] Fine… you did let me eat a bunch of donuts, so I guess I can be good…
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[ looks like he might burst as his eyes light up and he behind vibrating with excitement. ] Can we go tubing?!
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