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Of every face that Connor’s internal database failed to recognize since the beginning of his short stay, the only source of familiarity was found in the inanimate statues of Mr. and Mrs. Claus mounted in the lobby. He recognzied then as symbols of generosity and goodwill towards all humanity, but something about the way the sculptor chose to craft their features seemed...off.
He didn’t have any business lingering and passing judgements on the craftsmanship but there was no lieutenant to bark at him for “spacing out” and it all left him at, for lack of a better phrase, a loss.
He didn’t have any business lingering and passing judgements on the craftsmanship but there was no lieutenant to bark at him for “spacing out” and it all left him at, for lack of a better phrase, a loss.
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Date: 2018-12-20 03:11 am (UTC)Peter doesn't say anything for a moment.
"I don't think you're going to have any problem with the people here. Mia's an android, too, and everyone's nice to her." Not that Peter had had much of a chance to talk to her, least of all like this.
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Date: 2018-12-20 03:31 am (UTC)“An android.”
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Date: 2018-12-20 03:35 am (UTC)It was probably all in Peter's head, though.
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Date: 2018-12-20 04:03 am (UTC)Outside the inn, during the Other Worlds? That was a different story.
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