listen to your heart 😌

[parrygripp]

"Can You Handle Your Emotions?"

Emotions are... eh. We all have them, whether we want to or not. Some people have control over their emotions, and some people let their emotions control them. Where does your character fall on this spectrum? More importantly, what's their relationship with their emotions like? Do they bury everything deep, deep down inside, or are they the first one to cry over a sappy movie? Do they even know how they feel about what's going on inside? Pretty meta stuff.

• No blank top-levels.
• Instead, characters are to respond to the proposed question: can you handle your emotions? / are you in touch with your feelings?
• Get deep. Look within. Hear, think feel... or don't.

Comments

[ineedyourhelp]

[That confession does not come easily and Markus smiles.]
Thank you.

They've lived their entire existence with direction and orders. Some are struggling with the idea of freedom. They need my help to understand that deviation isn't a bad thing.

And we don't exactly sleep. [But it's all said with a small smile because Markus knows it's where he belongs.] I will find time to be alone, though. Maybe to paint again. That sounds nice.

[He also doesn't wish to wear out his welcome in this little house, or with Hank and his dog.]

You are a part of this, you know. We wouldn't be where we are without humans and androids coming together. What we're doing, it's about more than just me. It's about all of us.

and that's a wrap

[fuck1ngusernam3]

[Hank's looking down, gaze absent as he listens, nodding a little -- the free androids are kind of clingy right now, makes sense -- and then Markus starts talking about him, and Hank looks up again. His smile is small and real, appreciative, maybe a little wry; Markus might be feeling the pressure of being in charge but he's a natural at it. Weird to hear a little bit of that inspirational-speaking magic the guy's already known for right here in his kitchen, for an audience of one.]

Yeah. Yeah, it is.

[Weird, to feel something like hope burning in his chest again. He wants to say something to break the mood, some grim joke about how they're going to need all the help they can get, but that's not what Markus needs to hear right now so Hank's just going to have to deal with feeling all exposed and vulnerable for a minute. He can turn around and look away, at least, so he does, turning back to the coffee machine again.]

Now let me finish making this and you can tell me what's really going on for you guys up there, Connor doesn't tell me shit.