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[bemist]

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[bemist]

[ We are nothing if not capable of improvising, let's be real. ]

I don't think I knew your birthday even back in the original facility. Really makes you wonder, though, what these bodies will do if we're long enough to hold onto 'em. Actually age?

[abstractart]

It'd be strange if they didn't... besides, if we get to keep them after everything is over, I'd rather be able to live a little more normally.

[hard to do if your body refuses to age, or to wear down. he's lived enough of the functionally immortal life already.

netzach takes a drink from the bottle before passing it to her.]

What about you?

[bemist]

[ Thank god neither of us are stupid enough to consider this an indirect kiss, I love not being an anime-- ]

What about me? Are you asking what I want to do when everything wraps up?

[ A pause, to tip the bottle back to take a healthy swig. Champagne is not really a drink to chug, but this is fine. ]

[abstractart]

[helppp the very idea of that.]

Yeah. If there is anything. I wouldn't really blame any of us for just being tired, after it's all over with.

[bemist]

No idea. Maybe I'd try to see how my old district is doing. Or look into these Lobotomy Corp places that have some kind of connection with Don's company.