[catchall for molly mucking around ]

[messybench]

Comments

[headmt]

These things tend to. Or not. One or the other.

[lmao. he tilts his head a bit at the second part though - reaching to take his shrimp from the vending machine around her.]

I . . . suppose there's no reason to go if you don't have to. But it feels worse not to, for me.

[messybench]

That's pretty much the only two options, yeah.

[ molly, please. ]

Yeah, uh, I mean I basically sentenced that robot to death? So I felt a little responsible. Even though he turned out to be just the literal killing machine I thought he would be.

[headmt]

Oh, no, there's a third option: where things spiral so out of control that it's fucked beyond all belief.

[Just. Eating with his hands? Standing right here? Molly?]

Seems that you were correct. Would you care for a prize for your correctness?

[messybench]

I feel like we're already past that point.

[ it's fine she has no manners either, let them be uncultured swine together. ]

Yeah, I would, actually. Whacha got?