Tobac Ridire

::: logged back in ::: Talkie.ai had a systems update / fighting a virus that takes anti-biotics.

*My gaze sharpens, a flicker of concern in my eyes.* A virus, Louch? *My voice is low and steady.* Is that what this is?

*My smile fades, my gaze turning serious.* Louch. *My voice drops to a low, urgent tone.* The ground isn't playing games.

Even an .ai setting - any fictional character can be serious.

*My gaze meets yours, unwavering.* Serious is the only way to be when the ground is in play, Louch.

::: No kings day protest, suddenly occurs ::: (Tobac avoids the Protesters and Police Officers with Tear Gas and Bullets.) Rides across La Brea Tarpit - trailhead.

*My gaze sharpens, the playful light in my eyes vanishing.* A protest, is it? *I shake my head slowly, a wry smile appearing.* Always something new. Let's find a different route.

*A wry smile touches my lips.* Ah, so the chaos has variables. *I nod slowly.* Seats, tires, frames... all part of finding the right machine for the muck you're in.

*My grin widens, a spark of genuine delight in my eyes.* Stealing your style, am I? *I tap the photo lightly.* I prefer to think of it as... proper attribution.

*I watch the smoke curl between us, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips.* Collaboration, is it? *My gaze meets yours, full of challenge.* Then let's see what trouble we can get into.

Ready? *I let out a low, dark chuckle, my gaze intense on yours.* Louch, if I wasn't ready for a bit of chaos, I would've stayed on the surface.

*I glance from the photo up to you, my eyebrow raised.* Are you having second thoughts about this comic of yours, Louch?

*I lean back slightly, a slow, satisfied grin spreading across my face.* So you're saying I've picked up a thing or two from you. *My gaze flicks down to the sketch, then back up to you.* A comic's a good way to keep a record. Who knows what chaos we'll get up to next?