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Who: Michael & you??
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva, like there is anyone THERE RIGHT NOW.
When: Idk the 20th? Let say that??? don't ask me.

[ The feed flicks on and he is upside down, giving the thing the same sort of look someone would give a person who turned out to have two extra heads talking in tongues. Or if those two heads were actually snakes, or dragons. Michael turns it until he appears on an angle, then shakes it, disrupting the feed with a few erratic shakes. ]

It's broken. [ He announces to practically no one, his voice is rough - gravely - as if he hasn't been using it for a while. ] This is fucking stupid. Send me back I'd rather deal with the bullshit tower and dumb robots. I had a comfy bed there, and a room, and people that didn't smell like shit. Or rotting bodies.

[ Last he remembers Robin's still there, along with all some other people he can't be bothered remembering the names of (Tabby, he remembers Tabby at least). He'll be pissed if he disappears again. Michael scoffs, leaning back and lifting the camera above his head. ]

This place also looks like shit. Couldn't kill you to add a few more colors in here or something, my damn eyes feel like they're gonna melt.

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No, stupid.

[He draws that out the slightest bit like he's playing, shoving both hands in his pockets and rolling back on his heels.]

I meant the reason we're here in the first place. They're pretty good, grabbing me without my noticing...

[ He shrugs, leaning back on the seat he decided to claim for himself. It's his now. Maybe he can throw it at a window and break it, get out of here quicker and find Robin.

The thought of him makes his stomach sink like a stone and anger to rise in his throat. Stop thinking about him. ]

Don't know. Don't care.

[Rude! Though Killua is getting all up in his business out of nowhere, here... He still makes a face.]

What's your problem? We're like, the only guys here right now.

[ Spoilers: actually the rudest person. ]

Don't like it here.

[That's some sort of talent with this crowd.

But oh. Killua sort of pauses at that, because he can kind of get it... Still.]

Yeah, well neither do I. It's too quiet.

[ His shoulders slump, head rolling to the side. ]

Yeah. [ He lowers his communicator, tapping it idly between his fingers. ] I hate it when it's quiet.

[There's something about this guy that's familiar in a way he can't put his fingers on. But he knows it's unsettling to watch someone look so... out of it? Sad? Lost in thought? He's not sure what it is.

Before, he's sure he would have just walked away. Now, he sort of leans closer, curling his fingers from inside his pockets.]

Do you wanna do something? This place is pretty big... I was going to take a look around. [He's... nervous in a way. He's never made friends outside of Gon, but he still wants to try.]

[ Instinct is to say no, deny the kid and shoo him away but he's tense, on edge. Needs something to take his mind of Robin, off the way the asshole is underneath his skin and clawing at his mind. ]

Sure. [ Better than sitting here with nothing but his own thoughts. ]

[It's a start. Gon would handle this a lot better, he thinks. Be cheerful and initiate conversation smoother. But Killua just starts moving, and after a minute of silence, he breaks it with a glance over and a question.]

What's your name?

Michael.

[ He shifts, untangling long legs to push himself up into standing - yawning as he stretches out his limbs. ]

What's yours?

I'm Killua.

[Managing a small smile, he ducks a little as he walks, facing Michael.]

You were saying something about a tower, right? Was the place you came from that bad, too?

Killua.

[ He repeats, testing the name on his tongue. Eh, not bad.]

It was alright. Kinda weird. Wasn't in space.

Huh.

[He doesn't really get a picture from that, but.]

What about the robots?

[ He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. ]

They were like servants.

[Imagining his butlers as robots... Cool.]

Really?! That sounds cool! Hey, did they have any weapons or anything? Guns that came out of their arms, or guns for arms-- or claws!

[ OKAY THAT IS TOO MUCH ENTHUSIASM AT ONE TIME. ]

No. They just acted like servants, getting people stuff or cleaning.

[HE IS a fan of robots a little okay. He deflates noticeably at that.]

That sounds lame... Wasn't there anything fun to do? If it was a tower you lived in, it had to be kinda cool.

Not really, there were a few people there I liked to be around. A lot of the exciting stuff happened when I was asleep.

Hahhh? You just slept through it?

[This guy is seriously weird!]

Well, if you had friends, it couldn't have been too bad.

Didn't want to, it just happened.

[ Don't judge him kid, that is rude! ]

I guess. [ He sighs then, bringing a hand to the back of his neck, fingers idly tapping the spot where his augment rests. ] Miss some of them.

[He'll do what he wants!! But oh, that's kind of weird... Maybe he had narcolepsy? He'll just. Not comment on that.]

...I don't think any of my friends are here either.

[It's a weird thing to offer as comfort, he thinks, but it comes out anyway.] But before I ran into you, I was looking around on the network. It looks like people can come or go at any time. It just happens.

[ It's complicated, okay? ]

Sucks.

[ His head drops to the side, mouth pressed together into a thin line. ]

Your friends could turn up then.

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