on considering playing him in a game;

[reidentified]

Hey— No, no, you're nuts. Balls-out nuts. We're not doing it. I'm not doing it.

You're gonna send an FBI agent out in the field - out in this - without back-up? This whole place is a fringe event theme park, so sit your ass down. Someone on the team's got to watch everybody else's backs, and that sure as hell ain't gonna be you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Comments

[skepticalities]

Gene? She's . . . really not that bad.

[reidentified]

It's a cow. In a Harvard basement lab. With, you know, a mad scientist, which with all due respect to Walter Bishop, he actually kind of is.

They milk the poor thing down there.

[skepticalities]

It's strange, but Dr. Bishop treats her well and she seems happy, so . . . is there any real harm in it? I think on the weirdness spectrum, given what we deal with, that's pretty far down on it.

And cows do, ah, need to be milked. At least, that's what Peter said when Gene showed up where we are.

[reidentified]

[There are no words to express how much he wants to have never learned that tidbit.]

They're really inducting you into the geek fleet, aren't they?

[skepticalities]

I've— been wedging myself in.

[reidentified]

Hopefully not at the butt crack.

[YES HE WENT THERE.]

[skepticalities]

[definitely looks caught off guard for a moment, before smiling awkwardly at him and lifting a hand.]

Ah— no. I can definitely say I haven't done that.

[reidentified]

You don't have to be so serious, you know. Let your hair down a little and all that, alright? Geez.

You'll be fine.

why are you so perfect, fjdhgf.

[skepticalities]

[visibly relaxes a bit, although his body language still remains closed off somewhat.]

I'm . . . working on it.

you flatter me, man, thank you <333

[reidentified]

[Punches your shoulder.]

[skepticalities]

— hey.

[reidentified]

[Hands up, hey.]

Just testing something.

[skepticalities]

Testing . . . what, exactly?

[reidentified]

If androids dream of electric sheep.

[skepticalities]

. . . um. Alright? I'm not really following what that has to do with this.

[reidentified]

Oh, come on. Blade Runner? The Voight-Kampf test?

[The sci-fi genre is surprisingly helpful for working with Fringe Division.]

seconding the Peter player up there btw, we will make eyes at you forever

[skepticalities]

I get that, I just— didn't think that you'd think I was . . . that. I'm not, by the way.