[the program opening the car door wasn't as tiny as some of the data pushers back home, but he definitely wasn't in Ralph's league either, and his eyes widened a little as he took in the car's occupant. the long mobile face might also be familiar, depending on which sector Ralph's Games had taken place in; though he'd survived long enough to ditch the newbie half-tunic, he hadn't managed to graduate past the chestplate.
(other things had intervened.)
still, there's no fear in his voice as he leans in; he's past the point of being scared of anything now.]
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(other things had intervened.)
still, there's no fear in his voice as he leans in; he's past the point of being scared of anything now.]
Hey there, is this car full?