Sep 11, 2017
@damagedstinger ( continued from here )
He doesn’t know why he expected anything but a depressingly honest response from the dejected bug. Blurr shifts his weight with a rattle of the glass on his tray, optics flickering elsewhere. Guilt for asking the question in the first place affects him in swathes --- more so due to the intention of it being to give him an excuse to throw the loiterer out.
“...Right,” with some resignation, Blurr lowers a drink onto the table, nudging it towards fidgeting talons. “Well, here --- on the house. You’re as much a part of the Maccadam’s family as anyone else.”