Mm... A sense of adventure, I guess. I'd been cooped up all my life, so I struck out on my own to figure things out. Mostly... Me. Who I am. Or who I wanted to be, but I don't really have the answer to that yet.
[And he doesn't think he's ever going to find it. By nature, he's a drifter and copycat, doing whatever interests him as long as the other people doing it also interest him. Without either of those two factors, Ain gets bored, gets up, and walks away.]
You'll like it here, unless things have been shaken up since I left.
[Well. They might've been, if only because Ain is walking with a known criminal and some pets are recognizing that. Humans aren't supposed to be down here, after all; but enough of them recognize Ain to sort of stop themselves from saying anything.
They walk on, until they reach a little shop ahead — a shop lit up by golden string lights, with whirring machinery outside. Ain steps inside, causing a small bell to ding, and the first thing he says when he spots who's sitting at the counter is—]
Ms. Queen!
[Ms. Queen is very much an automaton at first glance, with a huge core embedded into her forehead and a generally robotic demeanor, offset only by her synthetic skin and soft-looking hair. She's reading when they come in, though she looks up... And does a double take.]
Ain... who is that?
A friend... boy... Who's a friend! Who's a boy...friend.
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[And he doesn't think he's ever going to find it. By nature, he's a drifter and copycat, doing whatever interests him as long as the other people doing it also interest him. Without either of those two factors, Ain gets bored, gets up, and walks away.]
You'll like it here, unless things have been shaken up since I left.
[Well. They might've been, if only because Ain is walking with a known criminal and some pets are recognizing that. Humans aren't supposed to be down here, after all; but enough of them recognize Ain to sort of stop themselves from saying anything.
They walk on, until they reach a little shop ahead — a shop lit up by golden string lights, with whirring machinery outside. Ain steps inside, causing a small bell to ding, and the first thing he says when he spots who's sitting at the counter is—]
Ms. Queen!
[Ms. Queen is very much an automaton at first glance, with a huge core embedded into her forehead and a generally robotic demeanor, offset only by her synthetic skin and soft-looking hair. She's reading when they come in, though she looks up... And does a double take.]
Ain... who is that?
A friend... boy... Who's a friend! Who's a boy...friend.
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Have not discussed that, have they.]