[The longer they stand together, the more uncomfortable and out of sorts R starts to feel. It isn't like him to maintain conversation - the longest he's had recently have been with Julie, and even then they have been limited by his ability to respond. This man talks quickly, and R's brain trips over understanding him, focusing on some words and not others and missing the meaning of the sentences in the process.
But there's a question, and he clings to that. It's not a question he can answer, but...
He shakes his head, glancing off down the line of books. A reply comes to his lips almost unbidden.]
I prefer music.
[Good going, R, you almost sound like a live human.]
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But there's a question, and he clings to that. It's not a question he can answer, but...
He shakes his head, glancing off down the line of books. A reply comes to his lips almost unbidden.]
I prefer music.
[Good going, R, you almost sound like a live human.]