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@stupidbcy
Apologies are not William's strong suit. Frankly, they weren't even before he'd spent decades cut off from the entire world. His skills have not improved.
Assembling the words into something that made sense after checking to see if such an effort would even be wanted had been...well, not the hardest thing he'd done, but certainly not the easiest.
It's almost a relief to be talking about any other subject. Or...oh. They aren't. He probably should have put more effort into that initial greeting. William's ears bend down. Only slightly, though. He's aware it's something of a tell and he's done quite enough of that already. He needs to be better. He needs to do better. Is he supposed to apologize for the tone as well or-
Oh thank goodness. Subject change. The attraction, right.
"Ah, yes. It's quite the...display. Still, I managed to wrangle some creative input on the decorations. The 'lore' is a work in progress - they don't want a 'machine' writing for them after that business with the Storyteller."
William gets notably more animated talking about the attraction, even pointing to a suitably thematic desk fan he'd made himself. The blades are painted to resemble Balloon Boy's propeller, but mangled and painted in another layer to look charred. (The mangling and fake-charring had felt more satisfying than William is keen to admit.)
It looks like Michael has questions about this. Hopefully about this. William waits exactly ten seconds before responding to the cut-off 'Did you' with "Did I what?" He'd like to know what he stands accused of before determining how guilty of it he may or may not be.
Little friend? Oh good heavens, did Glitchtrap do something? William moves to lean against a clean part of the wall in anticipation of the latest problem he'll have to explain is technically not directly his fault this time. Also because standing for too long hurts a bit and there's no reason to remain at attention if Michael's going to wander about the place anyway.
His pupils grow smaller in lieu of having eyelids to narrow. Why would Glitchtrap not know-oh Michael means Jamie! That makes immensely more sense. "You've met Jamie, then. Yes, they know. Did they say something to give you the impression otherwise?"
William will eventually follow if Michael gets too far out of earshot. Besides, he wants to see how he reacts to the life-sized replica Foxy endoskeleton with the fake flesh sitting on its little plastic boat, going fishing with his own detached hook tied to the end of the line. William posed that one himself.
