tactfultechnician started following you
holy shit this looks delicious
> You don’t bother to answer him. You’re too invested in the monstrosity on your plate, to which you dig in with or without his ‘shove it down your pipe’ comment. You kind of register what he’s saying, but you’re way into this sandwich. But you do listen. You listen pretty well. You quirk a brow; an alternate of his brother? This was getting strange. You kind of wrinkle your nose as you realize you’ve already gone halfway through the sub, and set it down. After a while of silence, you speak.
this might be kinda weird of me to say
but im kind of curious i guess
your brother
what kind of movies did he direct> You aren’t making eye contact. You might look like you are behind your shades, but you aren’t. A director brother? His name was Dirk, and that was your supposed little brother’s name? A supposed little brother who also constantly wore shades, and his hair had the same complexion of flaxen as yours, and this shit was really weird. Granted, you didn’t give a fuck about timelines, either, nor did you even know they were seriously a thing, but really?
> You sigh, buzzing your lips together like a little kid would. This was boring as fuck, sitting here and watching him eat. And yet, your instincts didn’t convey you to leave. You weren’t sure if it was because of him or your need to take care of people. You shift around for a moment to adjust your shades, looking at him skeptically as he devours his sandwich. As he speaks, you find yourself a little surprised by the question. He didn’t actually come off as stuffy or rude. He actually seemed genuinely interested. You sigh, tapping a finger on the table in front of you.
He directed some pretty weird stuff.
But most of it was propaganda against the Batterwitch.
…
Ever hear of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff?
That was his thing. He was really popular from it.
> You smile lightly, recalling your brother from the videos left for you throughout your past birthdays. One for each year. It was how you remembered him — the old, dusty boxes filled with gifts from him, as well as videos of him speaking to you. They were all little treasures to you, and you always dreamed of meeting the man in the videos. But you had come to the conclusion that the game hadn’t spit him back out like you had wanted. You thought he was dead, and it broke your heart to shreds. Your smile evaporates with the thought, replaced with a grief-stricken expression. Your alternates were lucky to have found their brothers.
