It's his own business, really, I know you can keep things confidential though, he- it was his heart. Gave out in his sleep. If it's not something that can be treated...
[-then nevermind how short the human lifespan is, he won't get that far.]
...well. that's harder. it's one of those moments where he's thankful for the advancements of the eighth galaxy, and he pauses briefly before he taps one last little message out in binary. Definitely confessional. Not just limited to gossip. ]
...I see.
[ ryn will note that he's not typing as much, now - truly keeping those things secret. a very good confessional. ] Well... who knows. When we all get out of here, maybe something can be done. If nothing else, this is like a restart, isn't it? A chance to try again. And maybe even one that can be enhanced across universes - after all, now that I'm aware of vertical stacking of parallel universes, I'm sure I could engineer a way to travel with enough time and resources. We have all sorts of health advancements, where I'm from, designed for the human body.
...maybe. Traveling between worlds isn't unknown where I'm from, it's just that they're all-- you know. Already linked to each other. Not likely his is one of them, from what I know.
[with his drink finished, he folds his arms on the bartop, settling in there.]
That's right, though, you're-- you don't really have that problem, do you.
[and because of the drink effect, he idly adds-]
If it weren't for you both being so attached I'd have been flirting with you for real, you know, not just for fun.
Most people don't have health problems until they hit 220, and there's almost nothing science can't deal with. Cellular degradation is really the only issue.
[ he just says it offhandedly, not bragging or anything - science is science, is all. as he's finishing his little report, absently adding in time stamps, what rynlan says surprises him? he pauses a little where he's typing, and then just laughs, very softly. ]
You wouldn't have had much luck.
[ but he'll give a little confession for a confession as he moves things around on the screen, idle. ] Not because of you being you - I think you're wonderful, and I'm very glad we're friends, but just because I've never been really interested in it at all. My dad used to always say he was pretty sure I'd get married to a mech.
I didn't even realize I had any feelings for him until I was, quite literally, hooked up to a machine.
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[he's finishing off his drink, exhaling a sigh.]
It's his own business, really, I know you can keep things confidential though, he- it was his heart. Gave out in his sleep. If it's not something that can be treated...
[-then nevermind how short the human lifespan is, he won't get that far.]
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...well. that's harder. it's one of those moments where he's thankful for the advancements of the eighth galaxy, and he pauses briefly before he taps one last little message out in binary. Definitely confessional. Not just limited to gossip. ]
...I see.
[ ryn will note that he's not typing as much, now - truly keeping those things secret. a very good confessional. ] Well... who knows. When we all get out of here, maybe something can be done. If nothing else, this is like a restart, isn't it? A chance to try again. And maybe even one that can be enhanced across universes - after all, now that I'm aware of vertical stacking of parallel universes, I'm sure I could engineer a way to travel with enough time and resources. We have all sorts of health advancements, where I'm from, designed for the human body.
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[with his drink finished, he folds his arms on the bartop, settling in there.]
That's right, though, you're-- you don't really have that problem, do you.
[and because of the drink effect, he idly adds-]
If it weren't for you both being so attached I'd have been flirting with you for real, you know, not just for fun.
['you as in just bixing or you as in both?' yes.]
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Most people don't have health problems until they hit 220, and there's almost nothing science can't deal with. Cellular degradation is really the only issue.
[ he just says it offhandedly, not bragging or anything - science is science, is all. as he's finishing his little report, absently adding in time stamps, what rynlan says surprises him? he pauses a little where he's typing, and then just laughs, very softly. ]
You wouldn't have had much luck.
[ but he'll give a little confession for a confession as he moves things around on the screen, idle. ] Not because of you being you - I think you're wonderful, and I'm very glad we're friends, but just because I've never been really interested in it at all. My dad used to always say he was pretty sure I'd get married to a mech.
I didn't even realize I had any feelings for him until I was, quite literally, hooked up to a machine.