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Apollo watched as Vaz pointed out each person, doing his best to mentally note each detail. He didn't know if it'd be important at all, and was a bit too frazzled to trust his memory, but it was the effort that counts, right?

"Got it.", he muttered, staring for a moment before slouching a little more, eyes returning to Vaz. "Even if they were bad... I'm friends with some rough people, so it'd be whatever. Gives me a little comfort, though..."

And in this situation, that meant a lot.

"Friends that will house me... maybe. It's, uh, my boss, actually... He's been in a lot of weird situations, even been arrested at least once, so I think he'd be able to understand it all." Pausing for a moment, he gave an awkward smile. "I'll just, ah... need to figure out how to ask him. And explain everything. Because... even as someone who just lived through it, it's pretty unbelievable."

It still made him jittery, admittedly. The fact he came so close to dying. The fact that someone did die. How would this even work in court? Even he wasn't sure.

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(I dunno how to link parts, but this is part 3)

"..Yeah. and.. I can change my height if needed. This size is most efficient and I can maintain it indefinitely, unlike larger sizes. But I don't need to be big to cook."

[Vaz shrugs. It sways a little, back and forth.]

"There's also plenty of stuff i can cook at my size anyway. Minus.. anything that requires toasters. I tend to accidentally break them somehow."

[It leaned back before hopping laggily onto the floor, landing in silence.]

"And I refuse to fry things. Grease makes me feel icky, even if it just goes right through me."

[Vaz shivered. Probably in disgust.]

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What is your preferred method of caffeine ingestion? Again sorry is not a bug fact,,,

~🐢

"Tea, I'd have to say. Coffee works in a pinch, but it's way too bitter for me, normally."

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"...Doesn't really seem like the kind of place a scientist would hang out in. But... I guess I didn't know the guy, so I can't say much."

He fiddled with his bandages, staring down at the table in front of him, just past Vaz. At the idea of hiding out, the fidgeting intensified, his lip idly bit.

"A week... Alright. I... I have my phone with me, so I could maybe contact some friends, see if they're willing to keep me, uh. out of sight. I'm sure they'd understand..."

They might. They probably would. Enough weird things had happened, why would getting framed for this be any different?

At the idea of getting a drink, Apollo paused, before shaking his head. "I'd rather not spend anything right now. I mean, I don't know how long I'll be stuck like this, so, you know."

He was also, admittedly, too nervous to stomach much at the moment.

"Do you... know the people here, or something?"

ongoing rp chain with @surging-eyes-seeing-through

(I dunno how to link parts, but this is part 3)

"..Yeah. and.. I can change my height if needed. This size is most efficient and I can maintain it indefinitely, unlike larger sizes. But I don't need to be big to cook."

[Vaz shrugs. It sways a little, back and forth.]

"There's also plenty of stuff i can cook at my size anyway. Minus.. anything that requires toasters. I tend to accidentally break them somehow."

[It leaned back before hopping laggily onto the floor, landing in silence.]

"And I refuse to fry things. Grease makes me feel icky, even if it just goes right through me."

[Vaz shivered. Probably in disgust.]

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To say the least, Apollo was way, way out of his league, here.

To be frank, he barely even went to bars in the first place. But this? This was... way more... more everything. Fancier, high-end, whatever. Everything exuded a sense of expensive exclusivity. He certainly didn't belong. Had the mall been that bad of an idea, really?

After getting over that crisis, he glanced around, taking in as much of his surroundings that he deemed important. Which wasn't much, aside from the people present. The comment towards him (or Vaz, really) had been unnerving, but considering no one seemed to heavily mind the hologram's presence, he decided to not care for now.

Relaxing back into the chair with a resigned sigh, Apollo took a glance down at Vaz, scrunching his face up a little.

"Well...", he muttered quietly, "...I... guess I'm okay. Physically. But, I'm just... what is this, exactly?"

A vague gesture was given to the room.

"And... how long do you think I have to hide?"

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(I dunno how to link parts, but this is part 3)

"..Yeah. and.. I can change my height if needed. This size is most efficient and I can maintain it indefinitely, unlike larger sizes. But I don't need to be big to cook."

[Vaz shrugs. It sways a little, back and forth.]

"There's also plenty of stuff i can cook at my size anyway. Minus.. anything that requires toasters. I tend to accidentally break them somehow."

[It leaned back before hopping laggily onto the floor, landing in silence.]

"And I refuse to fry things. Grease makes me feel icky, even if it just goes right through me."

[Vaz shivered. Probably in disgust.]

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\\Appearance rn... I hope my 5 pixel tall attempt at remembering Vaz is sufficient lmao

"...Great. I'll just... I think I know where that is. The street, anyways."

While the mall was more familiar to him, having been there once or twice before... he seemed to trust Vaz' judgment for now. With his mind remaining frazzled by the complex series of events that had just occurred, he didn't trust himself to make too many hard decisions at the moment, anyways.

After making an extra effort to muss up his hair, Apollo started to walk, focusing intently on his pace. Was he going too fast? Walking too stiffly? Were the police looking for him, or just going to the scene? His hand went to his bracelet, not as a reaction, but simply out of nervousness.

Knowing generally the direction he was going, Apollo seemed to walk without much thought, only diverting his course to keep himself to side streets. Sure, he looked different than usual, but still distinctive, and keeping out of sight as much as possible was for the best.

Occasionally, he would glance down at his pocket, checking Vaz. Even if he couldn't see the hologram, it was done, anyways.

His destination didn't change, at all. The bar's location was neared, gradually.

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(I dunno how to link parts, but this is part 3)

"..Yeah. and.. I can change my height if needed. This size is most efficient and I can maintain it indefinitely, unlike larger sizes. But I don't need to be big to cook."

[Vaz shrugs. It sways a little, back and forth.]

"There's also plenty of stuff i can cook at my size anyway. Minus.. anything that requires toasters. I tend to accidentally break them somehow."

[It leaned back before hopping laggily onto the floor, landing in silence.]

"And I refuse to fry things. Grease makes me feel icky, even if it just goes right through me."

[Vaz shivered. Probably in disgust.]

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"...Ugh."

Apollo watched Vaz grow in size, an exhausted look in his eyes. It was unbelievable, still, but everything really was. Everything always was.

Why couldn't his life be normal for once?

He reached up, taking the offered hand with a huff before he hoisted himself to his feet.

"Um... an event, right. Blending in... I... god, I look distinctive, don't I? I'll..."

He, after a moment of thought, reached up and just, messed the hell out of his hair. It was a mess, didn't look good at all. But... it certainly made him look less like himself. The jacket, as well, was thrown off, a red buttoned coat grabbed from the back of a chair. He did wear it around, but... less often than his usual outfit, and it was less unique than the GYAXA jacket.

He felt bad leaving it behind. But, it would do little more than cause him more issues, at the moment.

"I have some pockets, just... I don't know. You seem like you have a better handle on this situation than I do!"

He hoped the hologram did. Because... he sure didn't, himself.

ongoing rp chain with @surging-eyes-seeing-through

(I dunno how to link parts, but this is part 3)

"..Yeah. and.. I can change my height if needed. This size is most efficient and I can maintain it indefinitely, unlike larger sizes. But I don't need to be big to cook."

[Vaz shrugs. It sways a little, back and forth.]

"There's also plenty of stuff i can cook at my size anyway. Minus.. anything that requires toasters. I tend to accidentally break them somehow."

[It leaned back before hopping laggily onto the floor, landing in silence.]

"And I refuse to fry things. Grease makes me feel icky, even if it just goes right through me."

[Vaz shivered. Probably in disgust.]

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okay brody so I wasn't considering the meaning but I googled the meaning and I... could say that in this case they mean respect and honour(??? I guess you learn something new

\\i did laugh when i saw that flowers were sent because i was like ok i swear to god if they're spider lilies or something... then i was like ok no! normal flowers. Are tulips normal? I think they are,

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yeah, Basil and Bertie. 14 and 6 years old. almost looks like Mr Gavin has a soft side, eh?

"...Sure." (...What I want to know is, who's going around letting convicted killers adopt kids? Is... there a shortage of parents or something? Not like I'd know...)

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no but really therapy anon is right, you need to go to therapy at least once! also, it's not like they'll tell everyone about your secrets, that's breaking the professionalism!

"...I know they won't share it, it's not that. Just talking about it in the first place, with a stranger, that's what gets me."

"If it'll make you people happy, I... nailed down a date and time to meet Prosecutor Gavin at a cafe. I don't know if I'll talk about anything deep, but... at least I'll be talking to someone other than my coworkers, for once."

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get flowered

"Um... alright." (Do I even have a vase to put these in?)

"...Don't tell me these mean something bad. Flowers mean things, right?"

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have ya heard about those kids Mr Gavin adopted?

"It's, uh... the first time I'm hearing anything of the sort." (...Are they letting death-row inmates adopt kids, now..?)

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Apollo! What's your stance on love?

"I mean... neutral, I guess? I don't have any particular... love for it, hah... But it's fine, whatever."

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Apolololololololololololo, bud, you need, like, sooooooooooo much therapy

"...You think?"

"...Still not really sure how to go about it, though. It's hard to trust strangers with the things I'd be talking about, you know?"

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APPLE JUICE. you are a huge nerd. that is all, byyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeee

"I... you know what, at least you're not trying to eat my hair. Good on you for that, have a gold star."

[...a hypothetical good star, apparently. He doesn't actually have one for you.]

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I wanna both chew on you like lasagna AND eat your hair, apololo

"...You people are menaces, you know that, right?" (Can't a guy get some rest around here?!)

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Are you French? Because Eiffel for you

"I'd rather be listening to Mr. Wright's dad jokes than this... whatever this is." (And they aren't even good dad jokes...)

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Do you believe humanity is inherently good or evil? Or neither? Or that some humans are one way while some people are another? Or have you not thought about it? Sorry this isn’t a cool bug fact, I just wanted to change it up a little.

~🐢

"Definitely the latter... I've seen plenty of horrible people, and plenty of the opposite. Sure, some people might be wired a certain way, and lean more to one side by default, but... that's random, I think."

"I clash with Mr. Wright and everyone else on that, sometimes. They always see the best in people, and I'm stuck in the middle..."