“NOTHIN’ TO WORRY YOUR PRETTY HEAD OVER, RED. JUST TAKES A LOTTA WORK STITCHING PARTICLES TOGETHER, Y’KNOW? GOTTA LACE ‘EM, STAPLE ‘EM, WEAVE THEM TIGHTER… EVEN THEN, THEY’VE GOT A TENDENCY TO SQUIRM OUTTA REACH! NOT AS SLITHERY AS WHAT THE MEATSACKS KEEP IN THEIR GULLETS, BUT DIFFICULT ENOUGH TO COST SIZABLE EFFORT.”
A simplification of the process, but it serves its purpose well enough. The worry is new — and, while Knock Out could make any look appear endearing, worry flashing ‘cross his optics doesn’t suit his fancy. And, for one reason or another, the former dream demon wanted to wipe it away, to replace it with something greater, something reminiscent of happier instances. He’ll deal with the complications revolving this… situation… later. Instead, he has more dire things to apply his attention to; like how well his performance was received! A grandiose bow, then another, one last one – and hey, maybe theatre wasn’t only OVERDRAMATIZED FAIRY TALES MADE BY THE DESPERATION OF MAN.
“OH PLEASE, YOU SHOULD’A SEEN ME BACK IN MY HAYDAY! MAKIN’ DEALS, BREAKING BONDS, PRETENDING TO BE HURT OVER SAID BROKEN BONDS, PRETENDING TO EXTEND A HAND OF FRIENDSHIP ONLY TO SWIPE IT AWAY LAST MINUTE… AWARD WINNING PERFORMANCES, LEMME TELL YA. AND I THINK YOU COULD PULL OFF THE ONE EYE LOOK - BUT THAT’D BE LESS OF YA I GET TO SEE! WE WOULDN’T WANT THAT, WOULD WE?”
“Well...as long as it’s painless that sounds like quite a show---one I bet you do fabulously.”
And truthfully he wouldn’t be opposed to seeing it. The brief picture that his partner painted might be able to turn others away but it only intrigued Knock Out. Not that Bill needed to know that, after all he’s had his own run-ins with ‘welding’ pieces back together. Granted those patients were robotic, sure, and not organic but still.
Is that something the demon had to go through by himself?
“If this...does end up happening, I wouldn’t mind being there.”
His optics widen at the tale of Bill’s past deals and he leans forward a little, his interest and enthusiasm bleeding through. What was it like to see the triangle in his element? The drama, the action---and the shameless joy that the demon took in entertaining the racer. He wasn’t aware he was hanging out with such a celebrity!
“What fun! Your life sounds like one of those human films---were there ever any explosions? Those always add a bit of flare to the dramatics. I wish I could’ve seen what it was like for you to swindle someone with that award winning talent of yours.”
The one-eyed comment catches him off-guard and he’s not sure what to say. His vocalizer makes a fizzing sound, no one has ever been that honest before---the tires on the back of his frame start spinning.
“I...well...no I suppose we wouldn’t want that. And I would hate to change up the nice view I have of you right now. Aren’t you just a gentlebeing?”
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