[ while john's regained his composure, there is a bit of a ... smirk-like attribute to his smile. however, it is solely by chance that he happens to glance at mohammed the moment the other man looks away. ]
Chloe...? [ a click of his tongue as he filters through a list of names in his head. ] Dunno her, but hopefully I'll meet her sometime.
...Of course not. [Is he joking? It's not a very funny joke.] It's...haven't you seen one of those? They look like they're still alive when you're cutting them up. Isn't that strange enough?
[Or is he just being a weirdo? Maybe he should just never talk about this event again. It will definitely help him open up to people.]
Chloe. Dark hair, very quiet. I'm sure you're find her on Retrospec eventually.
Yup, livestock are still kickin' 'round when you cut their throat, too. [ bluntly— but that's been his farm life. ] Guess the difference is that they ain't exactly smilin' and laughin' 'bout it, huh?
[ ... and that they aren't animals either, granted. there, john's tossed a lifeline. he nods at the given description, mentally jotting it down. ]
That's helpful— Thanks! And right, Retrospec, for all its faults— does have a funny of habit of bringin' people together, like it or not. [ and likely the most optimistic of views to take on it. it's a statement accompanied by an all-too-aware raise of the eyebrows. ]
[...That does sound worse than a cut fruit. Mohammed has to look so stupid right now. He's totally not in the wrong, though. He had a normal, unsurprising reaction. John is right, cows aren't smiling and laughing as you cut them up.
He wants to be on that bus right now.]
Yes, it does. [He has more thoughts on how people from different walks of life are bonding, but he's not voicing them at the moment.]
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It was scary, how else am I supposed to react to eating something with a face?
[He looks away before he fears he'll start looking like a spoiled child.]
...It was Chloe who showed me.
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[ while john's regained his composure, there is a bit of a ... smirk-like attribute to his smile. however, it is solely by chance that he happens to glance at mohammed the moment the other man looks away. ]
Chloe...? [ a click of his tongue as he filters through a list of names in his head. ] Dunno her, but hopefully I'll meet her sometime.
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[Or is he just being a weirdo? Maybe he should just never talk about this event again. It will definitely help him open up to people.]
Chloe. Dark hair, very quiet. I'm sure you're find her on Retrospec eventually.
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[ ... and that they aren't animals either, granted. there, john's tossed a lifeline. he nods at the given description, mentally jotting it down. ]
That's helpful— Thanks! And right, Retrospec, for all its faults— does have a funny of habit of bringin' people together, like it or not. [ and likely the most optimistic of views to take on it. it's a statement accompanied by an all-too-aware raise of the eyebrows. ]
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He wants to be on that bus right now.]
Yes, it does. [He has more thoughts on how people from different walks of life are bonding, but he's not voicing them at the moment.]