[ It's a joke, but not entirely untrue, lacking in the bloodrush games that means that Gorgug has to come out and smell the sun and the occasional bloodied nose (not always his own). Except he's been more aware of his shortcomings, the time not spent with friends, the way he's struggling against a fix to a problem he has no business solving.
And will it ever be enough?, some voice in him whispers, his company at times in this lab. Nothing you do will ever be good enough for anyone.
Why is he bothering? He tells himself it's for Adaine, for Rosie; he reminds himself it has to be for everyone. But it's not a lie, is it? He cares about his friends deeply. They care about him.
He knows the feeling isn't fake, a small smile fitted on his lips. He's not pretending at all. ]
I was actually... I was planning to make you something before the next mission. For your birthday. [ He had been looking at Fabian, but glances down shyly at admitting this. ] I've, um, been trying to work on it for a while, but-- it's usually a hat in some examples? So was Adaine's, but I'm not actually any good at hats, and I didn't think you or Adaine--you wouldn't want to wear hats if they don't look good. And they weren't looking very good.
But I was thinking, [ he continues on, from what must be a very abrupt and sudden topic, looking at Fabian with that smile now a worried pinched, ] is a bangle okay? You seem like a bangle guy.
[ There's explanation that might've been good here, a better build up to this subject or some reasoning that Gorgug jumped to this, but--first, is a bangle okay? A bangle, dude? ]
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[ It's a joke, but not entirely untrue, lacking in the bloodrush games that means that Gorgug has to come out and smell the sun and the occasional bloodied nose (not always his own). Except he's been more aware of his shortcomings, the time not spent with friends, the way he's struggling against a fix to a problem he has no business solving.
And will it ever be enough?, some voice in him whispers, his company at times in this lab. Nothing you do will ever be good enough for anyone.
Why is he bothering? He tells himself it's for Adaine, for Rosie; he reminds himself it has to be for everyone. But it's not a lie, is it? He cares about his friends deeply. They care about him.
He knows the feeling isn't fake, a small smile fitted on his lips. He's not pretending at all. ]
I was actually... I was planning to make you something before the next mission. For your birthday. [ He had been looking at Fabian, but glances down shyly at admitting this. ] I've, um, been trying to work on it for a while, but-- it's usually a hat in some examples? So was Adaine's, but I'm not actually any good at hats, and I didn't think you or Adaine--you wouldn't want to wear hats if they don't look good. And they weren't looking very good.
But I was thinking, [ he continues on, from what must be a very abrupt and sudden topic, looking at Fabian with that smile now a worried pinched, ] is a bangle okay? You seem like a bangle guy.
[ There's explanation that might've been good here, a better build up to this subject or some reasoning that Gorgug jumped to this, but--first, is a bangle okay? A bangle, dude? ]