the tone in James's questioning gives Till's heart and spirit a bitter stab of envy and curiosity both. the idea of humans being pets to other lifeforms sounds shocking, to him. it makes sense. he's beautiful with the honor of aging, though Till reminds himself he doesn't know his life.]
Yeah. Like...hundreds of years ago, or whatever. It was an invasion at first; Earth was demolished and humans were taken as commodity.
[with his free hand, while making eye contact with James, Till tilts his head, and he taps his fingertips against his neck, across the chrome, raised scar-brand of his name given to him by his purchaser. with his other hand...the plastic fork snaps, and Till jumps.]
Whoops...shit.
[now he's just kind of sourly picking it out, muttering.]
And now here I am... Doing stupid shit I'm not even good at because some bigger authority's telling me to. So lame...
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the tone in James's questioning gives Till's heart and spirit a bitter stab of envy and curiosity both. the idea of humans being pets to other lifeforms sounds shocking, to him. it makes sense. he's beautiful with the honor of aging, though Till reminds himself he doesn't know his life.]
Yeah. Like...hundreds of years ago, or whatever. It was an invasion at first; Earth was demolished and humans were taken as commodity.
[with his free hand, while making eye contact with James, Till tilts his head, and he taps his fingertips against his neck, across the chrome, raised scar-brand of his name given to him by his purchaser. with his other hand...the plastic fork snaps, and Till jumps.]
Whoops...shit.
[now he's just kind of sourly picking it out, muttering.]
And now here I am... Doing stupid shit I'm not even good at because some bigger authority's telling me to. So lame...