[ To Jajo's eye, the fellow currently pondering all the cheerful rubber ducks looks no more or less strange than anyone else he's seen tonight. He's long since learned that there's always a new race out there to meet, and who is he to think four eyes and glowing spots are strange? This guy does look pretty wrapped up in this, but... he's been watching the game for a few rounds now, and he still can't quite figure out what its gimmick is.
So that's why he sidesteps his huge frame over carefully, cybernetic limbs held in close like it would make him any less enormous and inconvenient, and leans in a little so he can ask his question without having to raise his voice too much over the noise of the crowds around him: ]
Got anything yet?
[ Clearly not, but it's the best in he can think of to the real question: what the fuck is up with the ducks. ]
lucky duck
So that's why he sidesteps his huge frame over carefully, cybernetic limbs held in close like it would make him any less enormous and inconvenient, and leans in a little so he can ask his question without having to raise his voice too much over the noise of the crowds around him: ]
Got anything yet?
[ Clearly not, but it's the best in he can think of to the real question: what the fuck is up with the ducks. ]