[He was led to believe the missions would be more intense than this; perhaps even this seemingly innocuous task might become harrowing later, even, but it does seem like something of a let down all the same, especially after what happened on Halloween night -- being slapped in the face with a grief that no one should've known about, that could only mean their captors have intimate knowledge of their histories and secrets. Everything they'd need to make judgments about the sum of an individual, really.
There's nothing to be gained sulking about it in his apartment, though, and so he's made his way to the garage to participate in the project. If it's a farce Aurora and Echo want, it's a farce they'll get. For his own part, he seems to oscillate wildly between 'useless flake moron' and 'surprisingly sharp', popping up to occasionally offer an insight about a more efficient way to assemble this or that before the mask comes back up and he's babbling on some tangent about chariot racing as the origin of the ancient Olympics or Haru Urara, the most famous losing racehorse in the country or the etymology of the word 'horsepower' while someone's just trying to build a god damn engine in peace.
When the question of a team name comes up, though, it's one of those times that flash of steel appears, a sense of teeth behind that empty, vapid smile.]
Weeell, if nobody particularly cares, I might have a suggestion~
[He even pauses for Dramatic Tension™, like an asshole.]
How about Sisyphean? A fitting term for our engaging in a pointless and futile task trying to achieve something out of our reach, don't you think?
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There's nothing to be gained sulking about it in his apartment, though, and so he's made his way to the garage to participate in the project. If it's a farce Aurora and Echo want, it's a farce they'll get. For his own part, he seems to oscillate wildly between 'useless flake moron' and 'surprisingly sharp', popping up to occasionally offer an insight about a more efficient way to assemble this or that before the mask comes back up and he's babbling on some tangent about chariot racing as the origin of the ancient Olympics or Haru Urara, the most famous losing racehorse in the country or the etymology of the word 'horsepower' while someone's just trying to build a god damn engine in peace.
When the question of a team name comes up, though, it's one of those times that flash of steel appears, a sense of teeth behind that empty, vapid smile.]
Weeell, if nobody particularly cares, I might have a suggestion~
[He even pauses for Dramatic Tension™, like an asshole.]
How about Sisyphean? A fitting term for our engaging in a pointless and futile task trying to achieve something out of our reach, don't you think?