“Well… ya want a drink or somethin’?” Slick asks, unsure of how exactly to accommodate his guest.
A monotonous chuckle escaped the intangible sphere, a hand raised up to shake slightly. “If only I could actually drink something. Then I suppose the answer would be yes.”
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“Ah… so th’ answer was ‘nothin’ much?’”
“If you wish to put it so plainly, then yes.”
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15 “Well ya came here for a reason didn’t ya? How exactly is that reason NOT related ta this ‘endeavor?’”
“I came here because I heard you musing to yourself about what I was doing. Simply put, I am here to sate your curiosity more then mine.”
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15 “Uh-huh… and how do ya expect me ta help ya there cueball?” Slick asks as he scribbles out the doodle and simply starts absentmindedly drawing lines on the paper.
“You don’t need to, Mr Slick. I’m simply telling you about how I feel at the moment. Nowhere in my explanation did I plant the idea that you were to help me in my endeavor.”
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15 “I’m doin’ good,” Slick answers as he reaches into his desk drawer to pull out another pencil. He soon is back to doodling aimlessly on his paper.
“How about you?”
“Good, good.” A slight tilt of his head downward gave the illusion that Scratch was actually looking upon the other’s doodles, even if he didn’t necessarily ‘see’ them with any sort of eyes.
“I’d say that I’m feeling quite a bit of boredom, actually. Nothing to do, no one to see, it’s quite lonely.”
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15 He snaps the pencil in his hand in half when Scratch appears, cursing loudly as he startles a bit before realizing what had happened.
“Uh… howdy cueball.”
Gloved digits moved to grasp each other behind his back, standing straight and confident before the other. While he hadn’t necessarily meant to startle the other, he felt a slight inkling of amusement from his reaction.
“That’s quite the greeting you’ve come up with, my friend. How are you doing today?”
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15 “Hm… I wonder what th’ cueball’s up ta,” Slick wonders to himself as he doodles on a paper in his office.
The errant murmuring of another was picked up easily by the near omniscient guardian, a split second decision being made before he appeared in a crackle of green energy with the other’s office. “Greetings, Mr Slick.”
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15 What a boring few days these have been. No one has even come to say hello, or ask about what is happening within the world.
Shame, I might have told them if they did.
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A shame that not many people are visiting me. Perhaps the lure of candy would convince a few that it was worth their time to be within my presence?
Karkat growls as the other speaks to him then then grumbles out, “YEAH, THATS ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT” He then grunts to acknowledge the offer of better food than he’s probably had for a long while and slouches as he follows the man with the cueball head, determined to remind himself that however nice this guy was, he still was part of the group that was keeping him against his will.
Not even bothering to dignify the other with any sort of physical reaction that would tell him that he heard, the guardian instead continued walking at a brisk pace, soon enough both of them arriving within the large kitchen that he owned.
“A meal, then. And tea, too.” It was more of an indicator for the other as to what he was going to do, instead of reminding himself that he had to do it.
With that, he began working away around the kitchen, white suit being taken off to make sure that no stains were to tarnish it, though he kept his pistol secured around his waist.
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