a small quirk of his brows and alix n a r r o w e d his vision briefly ; before giving her s m a l l nod in return. eyes fell back down to robocop ; the young brunette couldn’t h e l p the small laugh that e s c a p e d his mouth as she told him she was born in the nineties — and dark browns went back UP to find hers. ❛ lucky. ❜ he voiced, grinning before s h a k i n g his head, ❛ at least you were close. ❜ a soft hand g l i d e d down the side of the pooch’s face and alix smiled warmly before getting up and moving b a c k to the place he’d been stationed b e f o r e they’d come. ❛ y’know… i always hated that stupid thing on the internet… where, like, it was like, ‘ you’ll only get this if you’re a nineties kid! ’ like, i get it. it’s ren and stimpy. i’ve seen some clips. you’re not special. ❜
he r e l i n q u i s h e d a small laugh before dark browns darted over to her — and he quickly added, ❛ current company excluded? ❜ vision back on the fire… but it soon w a n d e r e d back to robocop, and suddenly alix was r e a c h i n g for his sketchpad ; his pencil to the paper and the young carer began to t r a c e the outline of the canine’s fur. ❛ oh! ❜ he p a u s e d at her reply, brows PERKING and suddenly he was seeing her in a d i f f e r e n t light… not one ‘ better ’ or ‘ worse ’, just… different. her k n o w l e d g e must’ve been a POWERFUL asset in this world… as well as it p r o b a b l y had been in the world BEFORE this.
the young brunette looked back d o w n to his sketchpad and thought about the t i m e s someone with medical expertise would’ve been EXTREMELY beneficial to have around — and immediately, his mother came to mind. as she had a t o u c h of arthritis, and the REASON he had the leave her behind being BECAUSE of it… looking back to the woman, alix w o n d e r e d if she could’ve helped her at a l l. an uncomfortable swallow and the mood a r o u n d him seemed to SHIFT briefly… but he soon p u l l e d himself back out of it. ❛ …lucky for the people around you, too. so… thanks for… surviving. ❜ he decided to say… though he wished he’d worded it a l i t t l e better.
attention went b a c k to robocop then — and he expelled a c h u c k l e upon seeing the pooch’s newfound smug posture. ❛ way too distinguished. ❜ he echoed, shaking his head ; and h u r r i e d l y returning to DRAWING the animal on his sketchpad. ❛ i’m sorry for even thinking it, robocop. ❜
“you’re close too.” fiona pointed out with a knowing smirk. “you know, when held up against the age of the world. you’re WAY closer to the eighties than the birth of christ or the cretaceous period.” she wondered if that really meant anything to him and hoped it made him feel better in some small way. adjusting the focus absently while alix spoke, peeking through to see if she could get a better picture. “yeah, i never really got that either. it’s just like when i was a kid and grown-ups didn’t believe that i’d seen GREEN ACRES. of course i had, we didn’t have cable and it was on nick at nite !” it was as if every generation thought their youth existed in a vacuum--a pop culture experience that no one else could access or understand.
“good to know,” she chuckled, following the kid’s gaze to a sketchpad that lay near the telescope. a smirk brewed at her lips; she used to love to draw. it was how she committed every bony landmark to memory. each new body system was another collection of pages--drawing the same things over and over and labeling them each time from memory. she wondered if the boy learned the same way or if the sketchbook was filled with fantastical creatures that distracted a young mind from dull worlds and chaotics ones alike. “do you draw?” she gestured to it with a hand, raising her brows in its direction.
as much as she’d tried her best to keep the questions at bay, she still wondered about the boy’s safety. a woman grown, and with a loyal dog too, she had struggled to survive alone. to live as a child alone in this world was an unthinkable fate to her. “alix,” she began, gentle solemnity in her careful tone, “you’re out here alone now, but do you have people? a camp where you typically spend your nights?” she hoped the genuine concern did not scare him away.
a smile curled her lips as the boy began to sketch the dog who lay several feet away, as if knowingly posing for the portrait--his tongue out as he pants softly, his warm breath carried itself to the nightsky above them. “did you have a dog?” she asked suddenly, before offering, “i had a cat, too, before all this. i sometimes feel poorly that i could not find him to bring him.” and what would she have done with a cat in the wild apocalypse? logic told her better, but regret still gnawed at her heart with feline teeth.
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