[He ponders for a moment, as though seriously considering the idea. But then he switches to this irritable huffy expression, which so isn't pouting what are you talking about.]
I guess that would be a waste of time.
[Even if he did, she'd just laugh at him anyway.]
But there has to be something I can do about this. Maybe get her to see reason.
[And then marshmallows will fly to the sherbert kingdom. Really, Copy. It's not going to work.]
There are times to assert your authority forcefully, but there are times when one needs a more subtle hand.
For example... the whole point of this coy little game writers play is accuracy, isn't it? Yet we both know that her choice of titles is objectively false. You're not technologically inferior to other reploids, and it's certainly not like you've been replaced by something better. You're only obsolete, say, in comparison to me.
[Being condescending to a writer and a character in the same tag. Dang, Copy, you've just gained a level in Smug Douchebag.]
You may be me, but it's clear you haven't got my level of class.
[In other words, you scored an ice burn, other Copy.]
Really, the fact my original self already relies on me this much... I'd say it's a sign of my superiority, if anything. I certainly don't see the original putting his trust in you, now do I?
Considering who I'm talking to, I'll take that as a compliment.
[All the smirks, Copy. Have all of them.]
Oh?
Is it reliance, or pity, do you think? Considering that he treats you less as we are and more as a child, it's a wonder how you can even say that with a straight face. It's remarkable, really.
From whose point of view, exactly? He's the one that's behaving like a child! If he dares look down on me after I deign to help him, then he certainly needn't expect to see any sympathy from me ever again. I refuse to be patronized. Not by my original, and certainly not by my own self!
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[He ponders for a moment, as though seriously considering the idea. But then he switches to this irritable huffy expression, which so isn't pouting what are you talking about.]
I guess that would be a waste of time.
[Even if he did, she'd just laugh at him anyway.]
But there has to be something I can do about this. Maybe get her to see reason.
[And then marshmallows will fly to the sherbert kingdom. Really, Copy. It's not going to work.]
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For example... the whole point of this coy little game writers play is accuracy, isn't it? Yet we both know that her choice of titles is objectively false. You're not technologically inferior to other reploids, and it's certainly not like you've been replaced by something better. You're only obsolete, say, in comparison to me.
[Being condescending to a writer and a character in the same tag. Dang, Copy, you've just gained a level in Smug Douchebag.]
Oh, OW.
Obsolete? To you? The Reploid who has become nothing more than a whimpering nanny to his Original? Joking doesn't become you, Other-Me.
Nicest character ever :'|
[In other words, you scored an ice burn, other Copy.]
Really, the fact my original self already relies on me this much... I'd say it's a sign of my superiority, if anything. I certainly don't see the original putting his trust in you, now do I?
Oh, absolutely.
[All the smirks, Copy. Have all of them.]
Oh?
Is it reliance, or pity, do you think? Considering that he treats you less as we are and more as a child, it's a wonder how you can even say that with a straight face. It's remarkable, really.
Truly this is a thread that can only go well