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Thank you! You too, Mr. Balthazar.

[He made a new friend! That was so easy!]

I'm not sure that I do, actually. [He smiles gently.] But you're more of... the bad boy type, aren't you? Aren't women su...pposed to like that?

Ya do. Trust me, mac.

Uh...

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Well uh... ya see... Uh... Yanno I think that's more fer uh... human bad boys, right? I'm a bit outta the runnin'.

Edited 2015-02-23 02:14 (UTC)

Aren't there any... [What is he, exactly? Or what can Schreber call him without offending him? That's the more important question. He makes a kind of flappy hand gesture and continues,] mechanical girls around?

They don't really hang around in places like this anyway, I don't think. Anyway, I ain't out lookin' fer a girl fer me anyway. Don't need one. No point anyway, right? I got what I need at home.

Oh! Oh, that's... good, then. [Does that mean he's got a robot girl at home, or does it mean something else? He's too shy to ask.]

I wasn't really looking for a girl, either. You... suggested it. Not... that there's anything waiting at home for me.

Yeah.

[He has a lot of power tools?]

I got somethin' ta go home to, mac. You don't. S'gonna be a cold an' lonely place. 'Sides, dontchu people need other people 'round? Somethin' about livin' in a pack?

[Schreber should be very very very glad he did not ask!]

I don't know. Humans... are supposed to need other people yes. Friends... family. But I've never had any as far back... as my memory goes. I've... survived... [He takes another drink.]

... S'a big difference between survivin' an' livin', Danny.

[He looks away and rubs at the scars beside his right eye, just under his glasses.]

...

You're... right. Of course. But I'm not sure a woman in... a bar is the answer.

Isss being ssstupid fat Man, is lucky I don't bite it.

I dunno I mean... if I was all soft an' squishy, I'd wanna girl. Sure look soft an' warm an' shit. Nice ta talk to, smell nice, soft hair an' skin, talk til the sun comes up, go ta sleep with yer head on her-

...

Kay, I dunno where that was goin'. What happened.

Profound thoughts there, mate.

I'm just worrying if that's true what... the price will be.

It... does sound wonderful. [He sighs and rests his chin in his hand and doesn't give the robot any funny looks at all. Just because he looks like he's made of metal does not seem to mean very much, because mostly he seems just as human as anybody else Schreber has ever met.]

But I'm afraid I don't have any experience in that de...partment.

... Yeah yeah. Does dunnit...

Well... I mean there's always them human balloons right?

[HARE NO]

Trouble with freedom, mate [ he takes the cigarette from his lips and punctuates the air with it ] price is never the same for everyone.

No... no it probably isn't. But I have so... little left to pay with. And it's taken... so much just to be free. [He stands hunched near a wall and massages his left hand and looks nervous.]

Human... balloons? I'm not sure what you mean by... that. [He'd be blushing if he did, but instead he just looks right at Hare with a kind of puzzled expression on his lopsided face.]

Yanno, them things ya buy at the store. Blow 'em up an' do human stuff with 'em.

...Parties?

[No Hare, he is really really lost about this! Maybe they don't have them where he comes from? Or maybe he is really just that naive.]

Ah, never mind. They look weird anyway.

[Hare wouldn't push it, he wasn't trying to fluster him at that point]

Ya can always just get a dog. Heard them things'r nice ta have around.

[He kind of nods and maybe hours from now he will get it but right now he's just confused.]

I've never had a pet. I won...der how hard they are to take care of?

Can't be that hard, everyone's got a dog. Ya buy 'em that fuckin' compressed woodchip food they eat, take 'em out ta shit, an' pretend ya don't want 'em on yer furniture. Ain't that hard.

I've heard they need walking. I'm... not very good at that. Hah! And a firm... hand for training. I'm definitely no... good at that.

Maybe a cat would be easier?