mayfield_rpg | ::007th Interrogation::

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::007th Interrogation::

[Action A: 5719 Cunningham Lane]

[He hadn't been aware just how much time had passed... but he felt as if weeks had gone by. Waking up, felt just like any other day that he was trapped in this town. He was unaware of the glitches that were going on... up until the wife drone walked into the room backwards. That was weird.

Having dressed himself, he had to find out just how long he had been out of it. It was an experience he would rather not go through again... and upon heading outside to fetch the paper, he simply fell through the front door.

Now things were getting annoying.]

[Action A: The park!]

[He decided to spend his time at the park, as it seemed relatively safe. He would ignore the drones, and anyone else that were foolish enough to talk to him. ... Unless the person who addressed him, was someone he knew. Even then, he wasn't much in a talking mood, but he would at least acknowledge your existence. That counts for something, right?]

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Hats. They block out the sun from above and cut down on the glare, so they tend to help.

[She goes quiet as she watches him.]

Would you like me to get you one?

Hats. Of course. Ilsa gave me one earlier but I suppose my droned self may have done away with it.

I won't be going anywhere anytime soon... I have no problem in waiting.

[She huffs softly, her tail waving.]

All right, I'll be back soon, then.

[And off she trots. Even with a healed leg it does take her a while to mosey off to the store and return, but when she does she presents him with a black fedora that she carefully places on his head for him.]

There. Does that help at all?

[To be truthful, he wasn't used to having things placed on his head. Though he did sit up and look around. The blinding glare had decreased and he glanced up to her.]

Actually... it does. Thank you.