So, vodka and tequila — alright, to be continued. [ It's got him thinking a little, in the way of not really taking it seriously, but still actually considering the word(s) that would fit. There's barely a reaction at all from Amos about either the drink or what Marc is saying, though it'll be clear he's at least listening to him as Amos tips his head slightly to the side, an eyebrow raising.
By no means does Amos actually think this little concoction will be good, and truthfully, he didn't really think diluting it would do...anything to improve it. Just figures, hey it's here, might as well. Though the palpable burn of the tequila on his tongue is far more welcome than the horrendously sweet syrupy nonsense, it's still — not great. No surprise.
Amos takes another small sip of his own drink as he meets Marc's gaze briefly, and almost just-barely laughs under his breath. ]
Shit, no. He can have it. [ He doesn't take Marc seriously, of course, but Amos briefly wonders what this kind of job would actually be like, and for the half-second it's a thought in his mind, it feels like it'd be hell. He's not chatty or charming the way you gotta be in a position like this; robots like Thomas aside. Amos is perfectly happy keeping fusion reactors, air recyclers, and engines running smooth; just him and his machinery. But it does beg the question about Thomas himself. ]
What else would Thomas do?
[ If he were a different kind of person, he might go on to say something like, What do you figure he thinks about?
There's enough here to suggest the obvious, that Thomas isn't really just a robot. Some people might want to look into that more, and Amos supposes he wonders about it, might even go along with looking into it if the suggestion was made, but he's not the type to kick that kind of thing off.
His glass finally gets set down wordlessly, and again without explaining aloud, he caps both the vodka and the tequila before kneeling again to search for extra bottles. If this whole place wasn't — well, what it is — he'd hesitate before taking this for himself, but it won't be missed so, why not? He surfaces with extra bottles, so now there's two of each, and he just sets the vodka down near Marc. ]
I guess just tell him the kind of cookie you'd be, you'll make his day.
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By no means does Amos actually think this little concoction will be good, and truthfully, he didn't really think diluting it would do...anything to improve it. Just figures, hey it's here, might as well. Though the palpable burn of the tequila on his tongue is far more welcome than the horrendously sweet syrupy nonsense, it's still — not great. No surprise.
Amos takes another small sip of his own drink as he meets Marc's gaze briefly, and almost just-barely laughs under his breath. ]
Shit, no. He can have it. [ He doesn't take Marc seriously, of course, but Amos briefly wonders what this kind of job would actually be like, and for the half-second it's a thought in his mind, it feels like it'd be hell. He's not chatty or charming the way you gotta be in a position like this; robots like Thomas aside. Amos is perfectly happy keeping fusion reactors, air recyclers, and engines running smooth; just him and his machinery. But it does beg the question about Thomas himself. ]
What else would Thomas do?
[ If he were a different kind of person, he might go on to say something like, What do you figure he thinks about?
There's enough here to suggest the obvious, that Thomas isn't really just a robot. Some people might want to look into that more, and Amos supposes he wonders about it, might even go along with looking into it if the suggestion was made, but he's not the type to kick that kind of thing off.
His glass finally gets set down wordlessly, and again without explaining aloud, he caps both the vodka and the tequila before kneeling again to search for extra bottles. If this whole place wasn't — well, what it is — he'd hesitate before taking this for himself, but it won't be missed so, why not? He surfaces with extra bottles, so now there's two of each, and he just sets the vodka down near Marc. ]
I guess just tell him the kind of cookie you'd be, you'll make his day.