[ … what’s a long pig? is that an animal? an attraction? a dish? he puts a pin in the mystery for now as keith continues on, listening to the list of other abnormalities…? do messed up games count? what does he even mean by messed up? aren’t carnie games notorious for being rigged in favor of the house? so if this is simply a projection of keith’s competitiveness… -- shiro should give keith’s investigation skills more credit than that though. set on allowing keith more leeway, the repetition of the fun house and keith’s apologetic look get nothing other than a briefly offered smile. it’s fine.
keith looks to the crowd next and without even thinking about it, shiro instinctively follows the motion to turn his own gaze outward. he nods and then ruefully: ]
Yeah. And with how transparent they’ve been, I doubt they’ll clue us in either. [ funny, a month ago when he was a fresh face on the scene, he was more onboard with working with adi. he knew less about the organization and yet, trusted them more than he does now. a series of unfortunate events with hardly any recourse or explanation have a way of dwindling the faith. even so, that sourness doesn’t prevail into any unexpected decision, like leaving or working in their own interests. no. of course shiro sticks to the original plan. ]
But as of now, that’s all we can do. Gather information and bring it back to ADI.
[ and hope that as they build up a reputation of dependability, adi will include them in discussions involving more classified information. he frowns, not wholly convinced that even he likes that idea. honestly, he’s not thrilled with the idea of relaying his experience with the fun house and subsequently, the embarrassment of his hallucination.
though, speaking of which… ]
Oh. Hold on -- hey. [ the realization dawns on him suddenly and he forgets himself in the moment, completely abandoning thoughts of adi and their duties as he starts swiveling his gaze this way and that. he’s clearly searching the crowd, but this time, there’s no risk of him scrambling to his feet in a panic. ]
I think it’s over. [ good. though, almost as soon as he thinks it, he feels a small, barely there pang of regret. the smile that comes to him is -- bittersweet. ] I don’t see him anymore.
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keith looks to the crowd next and without even thinking about it, shiro instinctively follows the motion to turn his own gaze outward. he nods and then ruefully: ]
Yeah. And with how transparent they’ve been, I doubt they’ll clue us in either. [ funny, a month ago when he was a fresh face on the scene, he was more onboard with working with adi. he knew less about the organization and yet, trusted them more than he does now. a series of unfortunate events with hardly any recourse or explanation have a way of dwindling the faith. even so, that sourness doesn’t prevail into any unexpected decision, like leaving or working in their own interests. no. of course shiro sticks to the original plan. ]
But as of now, that’s all we can do. Gather information and bring it back to ADI.
[ and hope that as they build up a reputation of dependability, adi will include them in discussions involving more classified information. he frowns, not wholly convinced that even he likes that idea. honestly, he’s not thrilled with the idea of relaying his experience with the fun house and subsequently, the embarrassment of his hallucination.
though, speaking of which… ]
Oh. Hold on -- hey. [ the realization dawns on him suddenly and he forgets himself in the moment, completely abandoning thoughts of adi and their duties as he starts swiveling his gaze this way and that. he’s clearly searching the crowd, but this time, there’s no risk of him scrambling to his feet in a panic. ]
I think it’s over. [ good. though, almost as soon as he thinks it, he feels a small, barely there pang of regret. the smile that comes to him is -- bittersweet. ] I don’t see him anymore.