[ At this point, Benny is sort of ready to start doing some robot disassembling. He just wanted a damn drink, and while he's confiscated a bottle of liquor, he's been cornered into a conversation that is going nowhere, and every time he tries to leave, the damn thing asks him something else.
Luckily, someone familiar approaches. He clocks her presence without turning his head; footsteps, the thump of a heartbeat, a familiar scent. Humans all have their own signature scent, like a perfume that lingers even after it's been showered off.
She's quiet, great neighbor, and doesn’t come armed with a mess of super personal questions. He likes that about her.
He lifts his drink slightly in her direction in a silent toast. Then, finally, speaks, Louisiana drawl, dry as ever. ]
Think he's got a quota or somethin'? Question every poor bastard who looks like they’re thinkin' too hard?
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Luckily, someone familiar approaches. He clocks her presence without turning his head; footsteps, the thump of a heartbeat, a familiar scent. Humans all have their own signature scent, like a perfume that lingers even after it's been showered off.
She's quiet, great neighbor, and doesn’t come armed with a mess of super personal questions. He likes that about her.
He lifts his drink slightly in her direction in a silent toast. Then, finally, speaks, Louisiana drawl, dry as ever. ]
Think he's got a quota or somethin'? Question every poor bastard who looks like they’re thinkin' too hard?