( they're in a hot room with a few cold items, this will be quite the game because if it's not the bust, or lights, then there's always the drawers behind the bust that caught her eye. could a soul be trapped in one of those? )
That's a good choice, Brother. It's not unusual for things to be hidden in the ceiling too.
( hmmMMMmmMMMMmm. it might not have been his own answer, but castor looks just as puffed up and proud on pollux's behalf. look at her go! being correct about things! )
Heh. As expected of you, Sister—your radiance is dazzling!
( bragging about her accomplishment like it's his own. no, better... he's so proud of her, and you know what? everyone else should be too. )
You agree, right, "Gal Friday"? I'm sure you're grateful to stand in her presence.
( please, please, please, pleaaaaaase don't do this to her right now. she's happy she could help, but her brother's praise is always embarrassing that her eyes dart from left to right, and then tilts her head down at the ground in order to hide the pink tint of her cheeks.
...
clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath as though to calm herself and regain her lost composure. there is one thing on her mind though from friday's words, and her gaze falls upon the assistance's face before sizing her up top to bottom. she's no longer visibly embarrassed, but she's searching for something. it is a shame that friday lacks eyes, because there's so much a person can learn from looking straight into them. )
Gal Friday, I have one more question before we retire. ( her voice remains firm. ) Are you allied with the "Captain"?
( between her eagerness to help, and then cutting them off before they can go any further, it makes her curios where the other lands in all of this. )
[sometimes she's very glad she doesn't have a face, because she'd absolutely be couplescourtmeme.gif right now.
... oh, there's a question that she can answer, thank god.]
Well... It really depends on what you mean by that! I'm built to serve him, after all, so that might count as an alliance! But, I think those are usually more... mutual sorts of things...
a bit of a shame if you ask castor, but he supposes it can't be helped; it's the natural conclusion to draw that the captain would prefer to use something he can better control as his go-between. if anything, its friendliness makes all the more sense through that lens. )
... I see.
( but with that established, it's hard to really be offended by a thing. some of that pride of his seems to drain out of him, replaced by look straddling indifference and disappointment. pulling his attention away from friday, he glances to his sister at his side instead, taking her hand in his so that they can make their way back. )
In that case, come on, Pollux. We got what we came for—let's go.
( that could mean many things, but she wants to know how does friday, herself, as an individual would respond. she helped them get this far so she's not all bad, but the same can be said that she's not all good. she wants to ask, but it's her brother's voice that cuts her off that her eyes widen momentarily before dropping to their usual size.
ah...
she knows that voice, the conclusion to the conversation. )
But... ( she helped us... is where she wants to go with it, but when he tells her to come along... ) Brother...
( it's difficult when he's made up his mind, especially when it's to cut a poisonous snake's head off early just to avoid its fangs later in the game, that's almost what this is like. she takes a step along with him, and another, a frown pulling on her features as she has no reason to talk back, but she is just a little disappointed. with a turn of her head, she spares a glance at friday, sadness noticeable in her eyes that matches the tug of her lips before facing forward. )
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That's a good choice, Brother. It's not unusual for things to be hidden in the ceiling too.
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[claps] And that's about as much as I can play without getting into trouble!
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Heh. As expected of you, Sister—your radiance is dazzling!
( bragging about her accomplishment like it's his own. no, better... he's so proud of her, and you know what? everyone else should be too. )
You agree, right, "Gal Friday"? I'm sure you're grateful to stand in her presence.
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...
clearing her throat, she takes a deep breath as though to calm herself and regain her lost composure. there is one thing on her mind though from friday's words, and her gaze falls upon the assistance's face before sizing her up top to bottom. she's no longer visibly embarrassed, but she's searching for something. it is a shame that friday lacks eyes, because there's so much a person can learn from looking straight into them. )
Gal Friday, I have one more question before we retire. ( her voice remains firm. ) Are you allied with the "Captain"?
( between her eagerness to help, and then cutting them off before they can go any further, it makes her curios where the other lands in all of this. )
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... oh, there's a question that she can answer, thank god.]
Well... It really depends on what you mean by that! I'm built to serve him, after all, so that might count as an alliance! But, I think those are usually more... mutual sorts of things...
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a bit of a shame if you ask castor, but he supposes it can't be helped; it's the natural conclusion to draw that the captain would prefer to use something he can better control as his go-between. if anything, its friendliness makes all the more sense through that lens. )
... I see.
( but with that established, it's hard to really be offended by a thing. some of that pride of his seems to drain out of him, replaced by look straddling indifference and disappointment. pulling his attention away from friday, he glances to his sister at his side instead, taking her hand in his so that they can make their way back. )
In that case, come on, Pollux. We got what we came for—let's go.
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ah...
she knows that voice, the conclusion to the conversation. )
But... ( she helped us... is where she wants to go with it, but when he tells her to come along... ) Brother...
( it's difficult when he's made up his mind, especially when it's to cut a poisonous snake's head off early just to avoid its fangs later in the game, that's almost what this is like. she takes a step along with him, and another, a frown pulling on her features as she has no reason to talk back, but she is just a little disappointed. with a turn of her head, she spares a glance at friday, sadness noticeable in her eyes that matches the tug of her lips before facing forward. )
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Have a wonderful day! I'll always be right here if there's anything else you need!