He gave Blondie a small, furrow-browed glance when he made that slight hiccupping noise, but left it unmentioned. He would've had to be completely oblivious not to notice the way the two of them seemed to just do that when they were around each other, and given Needle-Noggin's apptitude from reading thoughts as they crossed his mind, as if he'd spoken them out loud, he was beginning to suspect that they were doing it to each other. Not that it was particularly worrying or suspicious, just...curious, a little strange, but not even that much in the grand scheme of things. So when he settled again, the thought left his own head as well. If it was important enough, he assumed he would fill him in. They had at least gotten pretty good about doing that when something came up.
"Honestly, even knowing you two as well as I do, I'm still a bit surprised that he was able to keep it together as well as he had. I really don't want to make him stay out there on his own any more than he's already been. He needs people to take care of him - and don't tell me he can take care of himself, I know he can," He grumbled, looking up first at Needle-Noggin and then at Blondie before either of them could get it into their heads to say otherwise, "but he shouldn't have to, not with that wound, not at that age. If...if this all sticks, and we're...stuck like this...he should get to be with his family, too."
The confused look returned to his face, and he looked up at Blondie, stared for a second as he waited for him to elaborate, and then shook his head.
"What's a 'phone'?" Something better than radios? He'd never carried radios as a rule, but he knew they were damn useful for the people who actually wanted to stay in touch with others. What could they possibly use that was more handy than that?
He barely gave the inn keeper a nod as he was allowed to slip through the door first, just shuffled his way through the lobby and back towards the stairs. The man at the front desk nodded at Blondie, though, waved his way before seeming to notice the weird almost-similarities between the two blonds that followed Wolfwood inside. But even after a little note of recognition seemed to flicker across his face, he visibly shuttered it and simply nodded again. "Sure thing, Just glad to see you're ok. Your friend there sure looked worried. I'll have the lemonade sent up to your rooms shortly."
Wolfwood didn't even bother to look ashamed, just kept leading the two of them up the stairs. The sound of Needle-Noggin behind him putting back up that chirpy, cheerful facade just like old times made his skin crawl. It was so fake to his ears, no matter how well he could fool anyone else, and to have two of them starting to do it made it even worse. They sounded so miserable to him, even when they were doing their best to hide it, and instead it just made it even more obvious. He gave an exasperated sigh.
"Mesa Probe, huh? Tiny little speck of a town, right? Not too far away, if I remember right. We can head there after searching Octovern." He glanced back over his shoulder as he stalked up the stairs on bare feet, a thoughtful look on his face. "Also, another one of you? How many's that put us at? Any idea where he's at? Roundin' all of you up's gonna be a handful."
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"Honestly, even knowing you two as well as I do, I'm still a bit surprised that he was able to keep it together as well as he had. I really don't want to make him stay out there on his own any more than he's already been. He needs people to take care of him - and don't tell me he can take care of himself, I know he can," He grumbled, looking up first at Needle-Noggin and then at Blondie before either of them could get it into their heads to say otherwise, "but he shouldn't have to, not with that wound, not at that age. If...if this all sticks, and we're...stuck like this...he should get to be with his family, too."
The confused look returned to his face, and he looked up at Blondie, stared for a second as he waited for him to elaborate, and then shook his head.
"What's a 'phone'?" Something better than radios? He'd never carried radios as a rule, but he knew they were damn useful for the people who actually wanted to stay in touch with others. What could they possibly use that was more handy than that?
He barely gave the inn keeper a nod as he was allowed to slip through the door first, just shuffled his way through the lobby and back towards the stairs. The man at the front desk nodded at Blondie, though, waved his way before seeming to notice the weird almost-similarities between the two blonds that followed Wolfwood inside. But even after a little note of recognition seemed to flicker across his face, he visibly shuttered it and simply nodded again. "Sure thing, Just glad to see you're ok. Your friend there sure looked worried. I'll have the lemonade sent up to your rooms shortly."
Wolfwood didn't even bother to look ashamed, just kept leading the two of them up the stairs. The sound of Needle-Noggin behind him putting back up that chirpy, cheerful facade just like old times made his skin crawl. It was so fake to his ears, no matter how well he could fool anyone else, and to have two of them starting to do it made it even worse. They sounded so miserable to him, even when they were doing their best to hide it, and instead it just made it even more obvious. He gave an exasperated sigh.
"Mesa Probe, huh? Tiny little speck of a town, right? Not too far away, if I remember right. We can head there after searching Octovern." He glanced back over his shoulder as he stalked up the stairs on bare feet, a thoughtful look on his face. "Also, another one of you? How many's that put us at? Any idea where he's at? Roundin' all of you up's gonna be a handful."