[An advantage when it comes to art. A comment that forces a faint grin across his features, yet threatens to wrench his Thirium pump out of place all the same. Carl. The loss is poignant and he doesn't know what yet to do with it, not in the wake of everything that's just happened to him. What's happened to the both of them.
He pushes it down and away, and nods at Arthur, determination sinking over the surface of that wound once more.]
If you have a pair of keen eyes at your disposal, that's all the help I'll need. [He turns and gestures for Arthur to follow him. They've a ways to go.] Come on. No point in staying here.
[They have a subway train to catch.]
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[It's strange, trying to fit in with the humans. As the subway careens down its track, the lights flickering and momentum swaying, he occasionally looks over at Arthur to judge how he's doing. Markus attempts to keep the tension out of his own shoulders and expression the best he can. It's easy enough to be android-still, but how does one strike that balance between being calm and too synthetic?
So it's a faint relief when they exit the subway after it lurches to a halt, passing by the doors hissing open, and out into the terminal. Passerby's roam in all directions, paying them little to no heed.]
...That went more smoothly than anticipated. [-he remarks to his companion when he draws closer.]
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He pushes it down and away, and nods at Arthur, determination sinking over the surface of that wound once more.]
If you have a pair of keen eyes at your disposal, that's all the help I'll need. [He turns and gestures for Arthur to follow him. They've a ways to go.] Come on. No point in staying here.
[They have a subway train to catch.]
[It's strange, trying to fit in with the humans. As the subway careens down its track, the lights flickering and momentum swaying, he occasionally looks over at Arthur to judge how he's doing. Markus attempts to keep the tension out of his own shoulders and expression the best he can. It's easy enough to be android-still, but how does one strike that balance between being calm and too synthetic?
So it's a faint relief when they exit the subway after it lurches to a halt, passing by the doors hissing open, and out into the terminal. Passerby's roam in all directions, paying them little to no heed.]
...That went more smoothly than anticipated. [-he remarks to his companion when he draws closer.]