Since he first walked up, Connor has been pointedly ignoring the bizarre creature curled in the human's lap. This has just become... considerably harder. He blinks—mouth flattening at the sudden weight, fingers twitching with the impulse to remove it. But acknowledging the irritation would only validate Stark's efforts. Maybe if he ignores the animal, it will go away?
Humanoid shaped things is accurate. Still, the label doesn't quite match up to Stark's aggressive posturing. To the grudge, sharp and vicious, that had filled his language nearly from the start. It's possible, of course, that Stark was merely taking petty revenge toward a machine inconveniencing him. But that doesn't match much better to the current act. No, Connor's calculations are estimating a 62% chance of attachment. Some kind of sympathy towards the deactivated machine.
Deviants are dangerously misleading. He doesn't comment on the probability, only tilts his head past the animal, voice calm. "Very well. I'll be more discreet."
"How—" The creature reaches one paw towards his face, and Connor turns his head more sharply, a forearm coming up to push it back. "How did you know I was involved? Just the resemblance?"
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Humanoid shaped things is accurate. Still, the label doesn't quite match up to Stark's aggressive posturing. To the grudge, sharp and vicious, that had filled his language nearly from the start. It's possible, of course, that Stark was merely taking petty revenge toward a machine inconveniencing him. But that doesn't match much better to the current act. No, Connor's calculations are estimating a 62% chance of attachment. Some kind of sympathy towards the deactivated machine.
Deviants are dangerously misleading. He doesn't comment on the probability, only tilts his head past the animal, voice calm. "Very well. I'll be more discreet."
"How—" The creature reaches one paw towards his face, and Connor turns his head more sharply, a forearm coming up to push it back. "How did you know I was involved? Just the resemblance?"