"You've already ruined my vest, could you please refrain from ripping my shirt—" He was mid-scolding the robot beside him, tugging his sleeve free from its iron grip and shooing it away, when he heard his name spoken.
He tensed briefly, instinctively, casting a wary gaze toward the source of the sound. The second call came just as he met Juno's eye. On the one hand: immediately finding a familiar face — and one he was so very fond of — was oddly comforting. On the other, this place was so strange and new and potentially dangerous, he could not be entirely certain it was real to begin with.
But something (that he would absolutely need to file away and deal with later, for all the implications) told him it had to be him. Something in his voice; that the way he said his name. Well, his fake name.
"Juno." He corrected himself, still gauging the other man carefully. "Fancy meeting you here, love."
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He tensed briefly, instinctively, casting a wary gaze toward the source of the sound. The second call came just as he met Juno's eye. On the one hand: immediately finding a familiar face — and one he was so very fond of — was oddly comforting. On the other, this place was so strange and new and potentially dangerous, he could not be entirely certain it was real to begin with.
But something (that he would absolutely need to file away and deal with later, for all the implications) told him it had to be him. Something in his voice; that the way he said his name. Well, his fake name.
"Juno." He corrected himself, still gauging the other man carefully. "Fancy meeting you here, love."