⌞ 🔧 ⌝ ⋮ Bruno .ᐟ

ㅤ ㅤ"Oh," is all he can say in response—surprised, to say the least. He smiles awkwardly, and a nervous chuckle escapes him, "Sorry, I just thought—I mean, I assumed, um..." Bruno glances away. Maybe it was unreasonable to assume they'd be sharing four tacos. (+) ㅤ...

ㅤ ㅤBruno held his chin contemplatively. A sputtering engine could have a myriad of different causes—if it was the engine itself, that is. Regardless, if a d-wheel was involved, he'd get to the bottom of it in no time. (+) ㅤ...

ㅤ ㅤThough he would have liked to keep the extra pack, his smile doesn't falter. His eyes drop to the remaining two boosters as he turns them over in preparation to open them. "Ah, well, like I said—it's more important for you guys, yeah?" He gleefully rips one open (+) ㅤ...

ㅤ"Err, not really—but I don't get out much," he pauses, then gasps slightly, "Oh!" Bruno glances back toward the now empty glass case beneath the register, then back to her with a placating smile, "Sorry, I think I just got the last of the cards." (+) ㅤ...

ㅤ... (+) Perhaps, then, Z-One had been right to name him Antinomy. He'd always be some form of walking contradiction; something, and nothing. An android so well-crafted he couldn't be distinguished from a normal human; but also one that was withering away inside. (+) ㅤ...