Viper Maybe I just forgot.
Ever the charmer, this one. Did Viper disrespect every food service worker this much, or was it just him? He somehow didn’t feel too inclined to give her the benefit of the doubt on that one! Dealing with Asuka’s over-the-top insults was a lot easier than this. Clearly, Viper had years of experience learning how to actually get under people’s skin.
“Then maybe you should try harder to remember.”
And now that she knew it was going to bother him, his fate was sealed. Ripperoni in pepperoni.
You didn’t exactly need a maxed out observation stat to tell that Melvin did not, in fact, really care. The more she was rambling about useless junk, though, the less she was ragging on him for Having A Job. He might not have gone for the specific phrasing of pulling the figurines off of her corpse, because that was just tempting fate at this point. Lucky for Viper, as annoying as she was, he was not currently entertaining any ideas of violence. Murdercat could take the killing game and shove it.
… He’s not sure how to feel about the bag of sand coming out while she insinuates these might be things he likes. The robot was whatever, and. Well, who didn’t like Star Wars? The movies were pop culture staples for a reason. He just sort of disinterestedly nods along. Uhuh. Sure. Yep. The CD was kind of useless on its own, anyways, and if he were a little sharper he might have suspected that Viper would try to wrangle the exchange into him now owing her something. He doesn’t think that himself, I’m thinking it for him because he would if he could.
“Yeah, nice.” Pressing X to doubt. “Well, none of that’s mine. Unless you got more Space Jam merch in there, I’m good.” Not that it was the only thing he liked, but, well. It was kind of top of mind at the moment given he’d already pulled one pretty sweet collector’s item. “… who the hell would even want a bag of sand?”
