08-14-2018, 11:31 PM
Movies.
He rolled the word around in his head over and over, to no avail, a fruitless effort in trying to figure out when he had last actually sat down and seen a film. It had to have been so long ago, back to his days in a scorching desert, based on how little recollection he had of the event despite the feeling that he knew what a movie was and how it operated. So, so long ago, back to his adolescence, when his mind was still developing, when he was more akin to a machine than a well-developed human. Some might still call him robotic to this day, considering his mannerisms - but at least he had shed the shell of inner mechanical thought, developing over years and years until he learned how to love. Unfortunately, he learned how to love after the tragedy of realizing everyone he knew was dead the first time, but... He was getting off track and off tone from a movie night, he realized, as he crawled into Stocking's cabin at the prospect of a cinema night, shifting to the back where he could get the best look at the film. Though considering how the hostess was talking, he was beginning to think that he should pick a spot closer to the door. Nevertheless, the spider sat, saying nothing about the current conversation, lost in thoughts about his life, stuck in the general unease he was always stuck in - such was living past death.
He rolled the word around in his head over and over, to no avail, a fruitless effort in trying to figure out when he had last actually sat down and seen a film. It had to have been so long ago, back to his days in a scorching desert, based on how little recollection he had of the event despite the feeling that he knew what a movie was and how it operated. So, so long ago, back to his adolescence, when his mind was still developing, when he was more akin to a machine than a well-developed human. Some might still call him robotic to this day, considering his mannerisms - but at least he had shed the shell of inner mechanical thought, developing over years and years until he learned how to love. Unfortunately, he learned how to love after the tragedy of realizing everyone he knew was dead the first time, but... He was getting off track and off tone from a movie night, he realized, as he crawled into Stocking's cabin at the prospect of a cinema night, shifting to the back where he could get the best look at the film. Though considering how the hostess was talking, he was beginning to think that he should pick a spot closer to the door. Nevertheless, the spider sat, saying nothing about the current conversation, lost in thoughts about his life, stuck in the general unease he was always stuck in - such was living past death.
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