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Their first impression of your muse

“Not... positive. As is negative, not that I’m not positive. I’m positive it was negative. That made sense. Anyway, I didn’t like him. I thought he was weird and creepy and... weird. It’s a lot to get used to a sentient computer wearing a person suit in your workplace, okay? Especially when it comes with that stupid face and goofy voice and weird suit. It’s as if the fucking paperclip from Microsoft Word just sprang into your world and decided to take over your investigations, so yeah of course you wanted to strangle it. You wanted to strangle it when it was just on your computer, imagine how strong that urge would be in real life.”

Current impression 

“Like... the same, but a whole bunch of other stuff added on top. Not nearly as much contempt anymore, though that fluctuates. I just...” His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing over his forehead as he sighed. “I honestly don’t know if it can be put into words. He’s very useful for investigations, I’ll give him that. And uh, he’s not as annoying... usually. Though I’m pretty sure I’m more annoying to him than he is to me now. No, not pretty sure, I know I am. And I guess... we’ve just been through a lot and I feel a sort of... weird bond between us. Granted most of the stuff that we’ve been through... I’ve put us through, mainly him, I’ve put him through a lot. And I just feel... like I need to make it up to him. And I’m not gonna stop bothering him until I feel like I’ve done that. Which may be never. I don’t know. Does that answer the question? Can we move on?”

Are they attracted to your muse?  

“Oh no, this one is worse. Can we go back to the other question? No? Fuck. Uh...” He cupped his hands over his face and dragged across to the sides. “I mean, I’ve already fucking admitted to it, why... is it still so hard... yeah, okay? Yeah. I mean, have you seen him? You would be too if you had to look at that every goddamn weekday. I’m pretty sure it’s just attraction due to consistent exposure. Y’know that saying, familiarity breeds... no, wait, that’s contempt. Well, it also breeds attraction sometimes, too. Don’t ask me. I don’t know. I didn’t ask for it.”

Something they find frightening about your muse

“Uh... his cold disposition is pretty disturbing at times, but... what really scares me is... one day, he’ll snap and come after me. And finally deliver the comeuppance I’ve had coming for a while. I know that I would deserve it. Hell, if he killed me, I’d probably deserve it even when I didn’t come back. I...” Hie eyes went blank and he blinked a few times. “I put that man through hell, utter hell. And I deserve hell for it. And I’ve not gotten it. And I’m not sure I’ll ever get it. He just...” He tightened his jaw while he swallowed. “... keeps being decent.”

Something they find adorable about your muse

“I love his little... head tilts. He’s always doing that...” In an imitation, he widened his eyes and puckered his lips slightly while cocking his head to one side. “Stupid puppy dog look. I think he knows it, too. I think he knows how effective it is on people to make him look cute. Or clueless. So people just go with whatever he wants, then.” He swiveled his chair side-to-side. “Oh yeah, I’m onto him.”

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?

“Given that he can come back to life in a new body after being killed and I sure can’t, I’m gonna go with no on that one. Easy.”

Would my muse go on a date with yours? platonic/romantic

“Uh... I think I would prefer if we just hung out at first. Just like... do an activity together. Like maybe... I don’t know, mini golf. Or bowling. Or... fucking karaoke. Something fun and casual like that. I think Connor could get a kick out of a couple of those. Shame the guy doesn’t really have any time off.”

One word my muse would use to describe yours 

“... Endearing.”

Would my muse slap yours if they could?

“No, I think I’ve slapped and punched and... other stuff to him enough for a lifetime. I don’t need to do any more. I know what it feels like.” He licked his lips and then adjusted himself in his seat before going on, “It was so particularly satisfying though, slapping him. He has the extra flesh on his cheeks that like, y’know, really make that resounding clap when you strike. It’s like thunder. Very satisfying.” He inhaled and rolled his eyes up before tipping his head back, muttering, “Wow, I’m terrible.”

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?

Head still tipped back, he exhaled a loud sigh that vibrated in his throat before it turned into weak laughter. “God, fuck... yeah, both those things. Or anything really. Just to touch him at all would be nice. Just to hold his hand, or linger my hand on his shoulder, touch his elbow, his side...” His eyes looked glazed for a moment before he blinked and refocused them. “But... he doesn’t like to be touched, so...” A wan smile. “Gotta respect that.”