X05 | Text | UN: D33

[d33tached]

Given what you've experienced in this world, would you return to your own if given the choice?

Comments

[d33tached]

[He wouldn't. D33 doesn't seek survival because he has any sort of "life" to be had. If you were to ask him why living is so important to him, he wouldn't even have a good answer. It's simply how he's always been. Fight, survive. But for what? He doesn't know. And he doesn't know how to answer Klavier's question. So, just to appease him, he gives a short:]

I suppose so.

[gitarre]

[ Such a short response would normally be his cue to drop the conversation. But Klavier doesn't this time. Not yet. ]

Have you thought about learning how to cook?

[d33tached]

[Well, D33 isn't...quite expecting him to continue, and certainly not on that topic, but actually...]

I have no talent for cooking, but I have had the opportunity to assist others in the matter.

Why do you ask?

[gitarre]

Cooking is a skill that can be learned, just like anything else.

I ask mainly out of curiosity. It's a practical thing to learn, and also an excellent way to impress a date.

[d33tached]

[Not his date. He very nearly laughs at the idea.]

While I suppose there might be some value in learning how to cook for myself, I do not foresee my using that skill for the other purpose that you've mentioned.

[gitarre]

[There are certainly a few ways to interpret that statement. HMMM...

If this were anyone else, Klavier would likely start teasing right about now. But instead, he responds:]

Fair enough.

[Aside from health reasons, a large reason Klavier practices cooking different dishes at all is with the hope of someday sharing them with a significant other. It wouldn't be nearly as rewarding to him otherwise. That's a bit too personal to share, though. So Klavier lets the matter drop.]

As much as I enjoy our little chats, I really should be getting back to work.

Auf Wiedersehen, baby 🌟

[d33tached]

Please don't call me that.

[gitarre]

[Klavier just grins to himself and tucks his communicator back into his pocket.]