day 44

[inflori]

[ His voice, even in his head, is tired. Exhausted and extremely irritated, even, with the petulance of a mind not yet fully awake. Petre was pulled from his comatose state just as suddenly as he fell into it, the stress of a broodmate being ripped from him having lifted from his symbiote. Now it's ready to keep going, but it hasn't given Petre the same courtesy just yet. He'll get there eventually. ]

( Why do you have to be so loud? )

[ ... All of you, he means. Ugh. ]

Comments

[inflori]

( First Person Shooters, man! You're literally carrying around a fucking huge weapon to shoot at shit. )

[ ... It's a controller. With which you make your character carry the gun. It's a good thing the image/concept travels through the mental link, so Bellamy doesn't think people go around actually shooting each other as a socially accepted game. ]

[deployed]

( I've done that in reality. Why would I want a game to do it in? )

[ Though the gun wasn't fucking huge by any means, it did the trick. Bellamy doesn't see the appeal here. ]

[inflori]

( I don't know, so you don't actually kill people. )

[ With another heavy tone of duh. Because that's one of three tones he knows. ]

[deployed]

( That's not really an issue I have. )

[ Bellamy's kill count is very respectable. ]

( They don't sound very engaging. )

[inflori]

( Well how would you know if you never tried it. )