[ Maybe Arcade's barometer for monstrous behavior is just a little broken (it is), because his response to that is the equivalent of an internalized shrug (Fair enough), and an only passingly awkward chuckle. ]
Remind me not to get on your bad side.
[ That's as far as the pleasantries last, though. He has to fight back a wave of horrified incredulity at that answer, because dirt is the least of all potential concerns, when someone is responsible for those bites rather than something. ]
A few days— [ He's within a hair's breadth of shouting, barely managing to bite it back at the last second, because he's pretty sure SecUnit isn't going to come along quietly for some very necessary medical care if he starts shouting at it. Or lecturing it. No matter how very justifiable that would feel. ]
Okay. [ Deep breath. Try not to slam the door to the infirmary open too violently. ] At least you washed it. ...Right? You didn't just... wipe the dirt off?
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Remind me not to get on your bad side.
[ That's as far as the pleasantries last, though. He has to fight back a wave of horrified incredulity at that answer, because dirt is the least of all potential concerns, when someone is responsible for those bites rather than something. ]
A few days— [ He's within a hair's breadth of shouting, barely managing to bite it back at the last second, because he's pretty sure SecUnit isn't going to come along quietly for some very necessary medical care if he starts shouting at it. Or lecturing it. No matter how very justifiable that would feel. ]
Okay. [ Deep breath. Try not to slam the door to the infirmary open too violently. ] At least you washed it. ...Right? You didn't just... wipe the dirt off?