[ ahhh, his weakness. lots of words. hE'S JUST STARING WITH this weird dead fish, sleepy eyes, sloppy smile look, leaning down to the camera and without a single blink the entire time— it's like he's only half there ( where the other half of him went, well

it kind of sounds like honk horns and creepy horrorcore music or something you don't want to be there )

when maka finishes, he goes a few ( awkward ) moments with the same expression, and . . .

and there we go finally a sign of life! a blink! ]

. . . —Uhh. [ more life! a shift around in the position he was sitting in, and a relaxed, dragged out exhale. now, what was he going to say . . . ]

—Oh, right— Good thing I'm a night-walkin' motherfucker.

[ and if he heard correctly ( probably not, but ), with an amused and awed swing in his voice: ]

You humans are the dopest. M'serious, I learn something fresh and dippy about y'all every damn day.

[ like

a walking talking miracle ]