I think I’ve seen their faces on VR ads that pop up around the city. Not that it means much.
[It means that they’re popular enough to endorse a project, which is means enough to land them in a VIP tent. But he’s of the same mindset. They should work quickly, or else this will careen out of hand sooner rather than later.]
Playing nice is well and good, but I had something else in mind. Go ahead and try to loop around.
[Because Markus will opt for the expedient route — the one that he’s sure will have them marching this way sooner rather than later. Aggression is already piquing at the two men’s backs, and the android chooses to use that to his advantage; something he’s committed to as he leans forward to set his glass down, then hefting himself up to his feet.
Shoulders squared, brows slanting into something resembling irritation, the usually soft-spoken Markus projects with surprising volume, sinking annoyance into his words.]
Hey! Keep it down or take it outside! You think any of us here care about your whining?
[Funny how quickly that severs the tension between the two at a distance, their stares moving towards Markus — sincere surprise is soon replaced by that same telltale anger, which spikes with the android’s purposefully added fuel to the fire. What did you say? comes the retort, vaulted with heat right back. A half-second later and both are practically stomping towards him, faces flushed red with anger.
Markus’ fingers curl gently at his sides in the meanwhile, not willing to jump the gun as they draw closer.]
no subject
[It means that they’re popular enough to endorse a project, which is means enough to land them in a VIP tent. But he’s of the same mindset. They should work quickly, or else this will careen out of hand sooner rather than later.]
Playing nice is well and good, but I had something else in mind. Go ahead and try to loop around.
[Because Markus will opt for the expedient route — the one that he’s sure will have them marching this way sooner rather than later. Aggression is already piquing at the two men’s backs, and the android chooses to use that to his advantage; something he’s committed to as he leans forward to set his glass down, then hefting himself up to his feet.
Shoulders squared, brows slanting into something resembling irritation, the usually soft-spoken Markus projects with surprising volume, sinking annoyance into his words.]
Hey! Keep it down or take it outside! You think any of us here care about your whining?
[Funny how quickly that severs the tension between the two at a distance, their stares moving towards Markus — sincere surprise is soon replaced by that same telltale anger, which spikes with the android’s purposefully added fuel to the fire. What did you say? comes the retort, vaulted with heat right back. A half-second later and both are practically stomping towards him, faces flushed red with anger.
Markus’ fingers curl gently at his sides in the meanwhile, not willing to jump the gun as they draw closer.]