( working and spending the rest of his time in the Wilde has always served Steak pretty well, but he quite literally exists to do such things. without them, well... he would sleep, a lot. boredom weighs heavy on him, and quickly, too.
but Steak doubts that his life will ever come to that. humans will always need help, and much like Tierra, Aefenglom seems to have the constant threat of things which need disposing hovering over its head. )
Yep. ( though, now, with his day behind him, he's facing the question of what to do with himself, andβ ) Where are you going?
( there's a curiosity in his tone, a question of do you want some company rather than why are you leaving this house, as Steak's pet scurries into his hair and settles on top of his head, staring bright-eyed at Noctis. )
i mean. same. but time isn't real, we're fine.
but Steak doubts that his life will ever come to that. humans will always need help, and much like Tierra, Aefenglom seems to have the constant threat of things which need disposing hovering over its head. )
Yep. ( though, now, with his day behind him, he's facing the question of what to do with himself, andβ ) Where are you going?
( there's a curiosity in his tone, a question of do you want some company rather than why are you leaving this house, as Steak's pet scurries into his hair and settles on top of his head, staring bright-eyed at Noctis. )