homeless, currently searching.

[connors]

You'll forgive me, I'm sure, if I confess that I'd rather not play ball. [ And yes, he knows — it's a bad joke, though no less pertinent. ]

Not that languishing is ideal, either, but the prospects all seem rather bleak, considering that your go-to option is a tin can in space. That said, I do admit to an interest in—

—never mind. The matter is best left alone, I think.

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[punchingplz]

They don't provide any use. Being stuck with the same people, seeing them day in and day out with little to no change? It's horrible.

[connors]

[ With a dry sort of amusement: ] I suppose the novelty factor only kicks in for so long.

[punchingplz]

Not long enough, if you ask me.

The name's Blonsky, by the way. Emil Blonsky.

[connors]

Dr. Curt Connors. A pleasure to meet you, I'm sure.

[punchingplz]

So are you a medical doctor or a professor doctor?

[connors]

The latter, specializing in herpetology and cross-species genetics. [ He manages to say both without seeming too off-put by either, continuing on to ask: ] And might I ask what it is you do, Mr. Blonsky?

[punchingplz]

[Blonsky just nods, because like hell he knows what herpetology is.]

I'm a soldier. Been in the army my whole life.

[connors]

That's quite admirable, [ Connors says, and there's nothing but genuine sentiment behind the words. (He's jealous, if nothing else, that that was ever an option for Blonsky.) ]

I assume it's been a rewarding profession, for you to have kept on for so long?

[punchingplz]

It's what I'm best at.

[Blonsky shrugs slightly, not really sure what to say there. Rewarding or not, being a soldier is simply what he does.]