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"Hello, you've reached Arenvald. If I'm doing this right,
you should be able to leave me a message."

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[bleps]

[Confirmation of the fact is good to hear. And Arenvald's perceived simplicity of it is enough to incite a faint chuckle from Connor.]

All right. No need for lists, then, like you said.

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[ He gives a firm nod, grinning broadly. ] Right.

All that aside, I guess just let me know whenever you’re ready to go over this.

[ “This” being, of course, the datapad, which he waves in Connor’s direction. ]

[bleps]

Of course. I'm still trying to partition-

[That isn't quite the right word. Rebuild? Categorize? Take lines and lines of information and slowly put fragmented parts together, building his mind back into a reasonable whole?]

I don't know if there's a proper word to explain it. Not like how I am now. But when my mind is right again, I'll come meet you.

[Hopefully. Connor shoves a hand in his pocket, playing again with the quarter faithfully stashed there.]

It shouldn't be more than a couple of days.

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[ This is what happens when you let yourself die on the first world hop, Connor. ]

Sounds good enough to me. Be sure to let me know if there's aught you need in the meantime.

[bleps]

I will. The same, of course, goes for you.

[He seems more content as compared to when Arenvald first entered his room. So much that his focus appears to return, not quite as thoroughly interrupted by unexpected stumbles and repetition in his thought patterns.

And with that, comes observations that had been put on the back-burner initially.]

...You're not wearing your armor.

[CONNOR, A GOOD POLICE BOT]

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[ If nothing else, he’s glad that Connor seems calmer. He’d been quite worried when he got here. ]

Hm? Oh, no. Rion took me shopping a couple days ago. She said I ought to get something a little lighter to wear.

[bleps]

That makes sense; armor probably isn't the most practical to constantly wear. An expanded wardrobe is preferable, especially given that this won't be the only world that we visit.

[Says the android who still wears his...android jacket everywhere.]

I'd bet that you move faster in those clothes, too.

[paladorable]

Mayhap you ought to follow suit. You got lucky here, but anywhere else, it might not be so good an idea to wander around with the word “android” written across your back in giant letters.

[ JUST SAYING.

He chuckles, waving his free arm. ]

Aye, it’s far easier to get around in, but I still prefer the armor if I’m about to wander into a potentially dangerous situation.

[bleps]

It’s what you’re used to. There’s comfort in that, outside of the physical protection it grants you.

But my own jacket shouldn’t be an issue. I can remove it just fine.

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[ It's true, there's something to be said about the familiarly of that suit of armor, but it has sentimental value as well. His parting gift from A'aba and Aulie. ]

All right, but if you ever change your mind, know that Rion has quite the eye for fashion. I think I ended up with half a dozen different outfits.

[bleps]

I’ll keep it in mind. I’m acquainted with Rion.

[A brief meeting, but a meeting all the same.]

She has an eye for fashion, then. Your clothes suit you.

[paladorable]

Yeah, she does good work.

[ he is happy to take that as a compliment towards Rion, rather than him ]

[bleps]

[Arenvald why are you so allergic to compliments]

...In three months, I’ve only worn the same uniform. Maybe a change wouldn’t go amiss.

[paladorable]

[ LOOK... look it's fine. He doesn't need them. ]

What did you wear before the uniform?

[ Because there clearly must have been something before that, right? ]

[bleps]

[??? He doesn’t understand. Compliments are a positive thing!]

Nothing.

[Well, maybe he should clarify.]

I didn’t exist before then. I was brought online and issued approximately three months ago.

[paladorable]

[ Give him a moment to let that really sink in. ]

Wait... you're only three moon-- er, months old?

[bleps]

That’s correct. But please don’t misconstrue that as me possessing limited real-world experience.

[(That’s exactly what it is.)]

[paladorable]

And just how much "real world experience" have you accumulated in three whole months?

[ YOU DIED ON YOUR FIRST WORLD JUMP ]

[bleps]

[He’s not quite sure he appreciates the implication there.]

I have helped the police with negotiations, interrogations, and investigations; and have had no issue functioning in society despite my relatively short time being online.

[paladorable]

I'm teasing, Connor. I'd never have guessed had you not told me.

[ Sure, sometimes Connor was a little awkward, but then so is Alphinaud. He just figured it was a nerd thing. ]

[bleps]

[He’s not a NERD]

I...

[Ah. Of course he was joking — he should’ve known. Arenvald has not been the judgmental type at all, in the conversations he’s had with him thus far.]

I see. Still, it was worth clarifying. I wouldn’t be much of an investigative unit if I was released from Cyberlife as a clean slate.

[paladorable]

[ That's exactly what a nerd would say. ]

No, I suppose you would not be, at that. I apologize if I offended you. I meant no harm.

[bleps]

No. You didn’t offend me.

[Connor is rather hard to offend in general. At least, that’s the outward impression he gives.]

As I said, simply clarifying for future reference. How old are you, Arenvald?

[Tangential question time.]

[paladorable]

Ah, good.

[ He just wants to make sure! They did just confirm their friendship, and he'd hate to overstep his bounds. ]

Nineteen summers. Why do you ask?

[bleps]

[Summers? 01010001 01110101 01100001 01101001 01101110 01110100 ]

Just trying to gather another fact to place into your profile.

[In other words, he’s just curious.]