07-18-2018, 05:59 PM
Washington wasn't jealous with the way that Elon was interacting with Carolina. He was honestly just surprised that Carolina hadn't said anything about it yet. It wasn't his business to care about something like that, although he wondered what Carolina was thinking when she was being told that. The Freelancer considered her to be a coworker, even if he did care about her a little bit more anyway. He just didn't care about her in that sort of way. He never wanted to overstep his bounds because he knew as soon as that happened he'd lost the trust that he was slowly gaining with the other Freelancer. Which was the last thing he needed with everything else that was going on. Washington watched Elon with little interest, and he knew that his time was getting close to being up before he started to go back to work eventually. Something that he didn't mind doing and it kept him occupied. The Freelancer craned his neck to the side until he heard a pop. He had a headache again. Finally, after addressing everyone else, her attention was drawn toward him. He couldn't help but let a low chuckle escape his jaws, although it only lasted a couple of seconds. He had to admit that it was kinda funny. Chest bacon. He had never heard that before. "You can find stuff like that readily around since civilians here cook some of the stuff they catch."
Washington informed the other calm deadpanned tone that he always talks in. He knew of animals going on diets, but that was usually when humans restricted the amount of food that they were given. He had seen plenty of pictures of overweight cats that he thought was funny when he was considered the rookie in Project Freelancer. Which made him raise a nonexistent eyebrow in his helmet as to why a cat would willingly go on a diet. It made some sense as he considered that most of these animals were sentient creatures up to a point. Washington made note that the domestic cat didn't enjoy the fact of killing. Killing to him hadn't really affected him that much, and he doubted he would no matter what form it ended up taking. He had no mercy for something like that anymore after all. Then she brought the question back to him that she hasn't seen him hunting. Really? She had just been here maybe two days. He basically kept out of sight of a lot of animals that ever lived in the outpost. "I don't hunt. Raw meat isn't palatable." Washington stated in a calm tone. He also was still getting used to his body, he doubted that hunting with loud armor would harbor any results. If he had his gun it would make hunting a lot easier but he didn't. He was stuck with the claws he had now. "speech"
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