Mr. Karelin... [ "Do you want a drink?" Goodman, no. You know perfectly well that you don't approve of giving alcohol to small animals, even if they used to be people.
He sits cross-legged, trying to keep himself closer to eye level. They can conduct this conversation like polite human beings, even if one of them is... sorta not at the moment.
There are any number of things he could ask -- should ask, to question the reality of the situation. He should be fighting his programming. He could turn away and not have to deal with anyone's problems like a good little rockstar.
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"Do you want a drink?" Goodman, no. You know perfectly well that you don't approve of giving alcohol to small animals, even if they used to be people.He sits cross-legged, trying to keep himself closer to eye level. They can conduct this conversation like polite human beings, even if one of them is... sorta not at the moment.
There are any number of things he could ask -- should ask, to question the reality of the situation. He should be fighting his programming. He could turn away and not have to deal with anyone's problems like a good little rockstar.
But that's wrong. ]
Are you okay? Are you feeling alright?