Our avatars are in a room together

-Vaguely worried still-

Mm, alright. 'S no problem at all, don't mention it.

...! Mister Cloud, I caught him drinking this, so I confronted him about it. The boy pulled a knife on me!

-Calmly approaches him- You don't look well.

-You're one to talk dude-

Hoogh. Alright...

That's it.

-Pinches the bridge of his nose-

God, I feel so damn mushy sayin' somethin' like that. Urgh, that's bein' soft in a whole 'nother way!

-it appears the act of expressing gratitude literally makes him ill-

-but he appears honestly grateful at least-

-Shakes his head and flashes her his typical grin as he passes her by to get back-

-Somewhat flabbergasted, then just shrugs it off and starts walking back-

So? S'not like you do?

I'm tougher than most people.

Put the knife away. -Carefully takes a step towards him-

I said you were an—

-drops on his side-

Uh...

-Picks him and the knife up-

-Heads back inside-

-Waves to Cloud when he comes back inside-

-silver is around-

-Ian, the Junk-bot is outside-

-flexing his new body-

-looking like some kind of pulp detective-

-ian may see the silver dude-

-he does notice him-

Hey, Oi, Oi.

-Hm?

-turns toward him- Oh, hello.

How are you doing?

-who the hell is this guy, Silver-

Fine. Do I know your name, sir?

You do, but you don't know this face.

It isn't familiar, no.

I'll give you- three guesses.

Based on this phrase:

Boredom is eternal.

I'm supposed to get your name from a phrase?

Yeah.

And if I miss all three? -sounds more amused than exasperated-

Well then obviously you're not the Silver i know, and I'll know which one to shoot if a twin shows up and one of you's blamed for murdering people.

Well then obviously you're not the Silver i know, and I'll know which one to shoot if a twin shows up and one of you's blamed for murdering people.