[It sounds like more of a leisure time activity than he's accustomed to dealing with, but sure, he'll bite. His features soften a little.]
Well? Are you coming?
[And then he turns and starts walking, feeling a hollow sense of deja vu that he can't quite reconcile. To have the memory at the very edges of his consciousness, only for it to flutter away again as he reaches for it... it's frustrating. He's inclined to swat the feeling away and continue on for now, but...]
I know of no reason I would have been here before, so why...?
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[It sounds like more of a leisure time activity than he's accustomed to dealing with, but sure, he'll bite. His features soften a little.]
Well? Are you coming?
[And then he turns and starts walking, feeling a hollow sense of deja vu that he can't quite reconcile. To have the memory at the very edges of his consciousness, only for it to flutter away again as he reaches for it... it's frustrating. He's inclined to swat the feeling away and continue on for now, but...]
I know of no reason I would have been here before, so why...?