[ Maybe if Adelis took care of that, he'd have an easier time filling out his bingo with frolicking in the grass? Who's M-21 to say.
He shoots Adelis a little smirk for that insult — was it an insult? He was, after all, full of shite. Maybe it's just a very blunt observation. ]
Something like that, we'd call an Infected. They can't even think anymore. All they care about is killing anything they can get blood from.
[ It's sinking in that he could say almost anything about his own world, and someone from a strange sunless society won't even know it's weird. Kind of freeing, actually. The whiskey arrives and M-21 pushes Adelis' glass over to him helpfully. ]
Sun's not a bad trade for getting away from that. Cheers.
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He shoots Adelis a little smirk for that insult — was it an insult? He was, after all, full of shite. Maybe it's just a very blunt observation. ]
Something like that, we'd call an Infected. They can't even think anymore. All they care about is killing anything they can get blood from.
[ It's sinking in that he could say almost anything about his own world, and someone from a strange sunless society won't even know it's weird. Kind of freeing, actually. The whiskey arrives and M-21 pushes Adelis' glass over to him helpfully. ]
Sun's not a bad trade for getting away from that. Cheers.