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(Slow head-tilt. This guy, you'd swear, is some kind of robot or very stoic and methodical animal in a human suit.)
...Sometimes your mind has irrational thoughts and cannot divorce itself from them. No matter how hard you try, they will remain there, as the background noise of your conscious being, and they just sort of have to be accepted, or repeatedly shunted to the back of your mind, or some combination thereof.
...Heh. I think... I think I might be vaguely hydrophobic, which makes no sense because of course someone built like me would naturally float, but it's not like this knowledge will do me any good. It's probably like that with you, or something.
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(Notices Luis peepin' and looks slightly self-conscious, but not too much so. Goes ahead and takes the omelette off, cutting it in half with his spatula and putting each half on a plate, holding 'em out for The Boiz.)
There we are! Hopefully this one came out decently, do let me know if you need any condiments or anything to go with it.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019…
(Very slight frown, shrug.)
...I honestly could not say. I only ever contemplate these things superficially, and I haven't the faintest idea how one would go about actually fixing something like that... Heh. It's really not my forté, not by any stretch...
(Sighs and pushes a hand through his bangs.)
...But you know. There's probably someone here who would know how to fix this sort of thing.
...Oh goodness, thank you! Yes, I cook when I can, anyway. It's a useful hobby, I think.
frig gotta go in like one post
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Really?
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It would be nice. To be fixed. To be like others.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

I'm Luis, nice to meet you.
-looks down at his weird bug arms and raises an eyebrow-
LOVE IS STORED IN THE AXOLOTL!