It truly is a shame, and Max will properly gloat once he sees his prize. Bonding moments followed by absolute chaos is starting to be their brand™.
First things first, he collects his chips, because they may not be worth anything, but they're still a visual representation of winning, and he's all about that. The suits, the car, the yacht, all of his everything, it's all about ostentatiously reminding everyone that he, an Omnic, was better than them. He'd won.
Of course he'd also won the mysterious package.
He picks it up yet again carefully untying the ribbon and peeling the paper apart at the seams. Neat and tidy in all things. Not that he's ever gotten a present before so he has no idea the standard procedure is to rip it open, that's one of those human things someone will need to show him.
Tilting the package he lets the contents slide out onto the table. All folded up the fabric isn't immediately recognizable as a horrific garish disaster. It's just something brownish with an odd sheen he's not seen before on clothing. (Polyester isn't a thing in the future. They still have war, but they got rid of polyester.)
"See? You were worried over nothing. It's not as if this captain appeared out of nowhere now that it's open."
He sounds awfully confident about that because he hasn't actually unfolded this yet.
It's such a shame he doesn't have facial expressions, but even just his eyes go through all the stages of grief as he unfolds this....... thing. There's several moments of him silently staring at it like he blue-screened, and then his eyes flick back up to Skulduggery.
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First things first, he collects his chips, because they may not be worth anything, but they're still a visual representation of winning, and he's all about that. The suits, the car, the yacht, all of his everything, it's all about ostentatiously reminding everyone that he, an Omnic, was better than them. He'd won.
Of course he'd also won the mysterious package.
He picks it up yet again carefully untying the ribbon and peeling the paper apart at the seams. Neat and tidy in all things. Not that he's ever gotten a present before so he has no idea the standard procedure is to rip it open, that's one of those human things someone will need to show him.
Tilting the package he lets the contents slide out onto the table. All folded up the fabric isn't immediately recognizable as a horrific garish disaster. It's just something brownish with an odd sheen he's not seen before on clothing. (Polyester isn't a thing in the future. They still have war, but they got rid of polyester.)
"See? You were worried over nothing. It's not as if this captain appeared out of nowhere now that it's open."
He sounds awfully confident about that because he hasn't actually unfolded this yet.
It's such a shame he doesn't have facial expressions, but even just his eyes go through all the stages of grief as he unfolds this....... thing. There's several moments of him silently staring at it like he blue-screened, and then his eyes flick back up to Skulduggery.
He's not even glaring, just... staring.