[Ingo's been noticeably quiet himself. Becoming a simulacrum was terrifying. Being one was...surprisingly nice, if in a way that's unnerving to him now. He's torn between being terrified of that placid void of emotion and desperately wanting it back. Not to mention, he still can't stop thinking about the Fortress, and how he could best get himself confined there without it bothering anyone too much...
He hasn't done a lot to seek out Emmet when he's alone. Maybe it's better in the long run that he pull away from Ingo.
But he hasn't been actively avoiding him either, so when he walks into the room and sees him there, he nods.]
Emmet.
[He sits on the floor, back against the couch, and starts to watch the dog as well. He didn't come in here for any greater reason. None of his hobbies have seemed interesting lately, there is nothing that needs cooked, and while he's devoted most of his spare time to cleaning the couch he isn't willing to kick his brother off it to do that. So, you know, this may as well happen.]
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He hasn't done a lot to seek out Emmet when he's alone. Maybe it's better in the long run that he pull away from Ingo.
But he hasn't been actively avoiding him either, so when he walks into the room and sees him there, he nods.]
Emmet.
[He sits on the floor, back against the couch, and starts to watch the dog as well. He didn't come in here for any greater reason. None of his hobbies have seemed interesting lately, there is nothing that needs cooked, and while he's devoted most of his spare time to cleaning the couch he isn't willing to kick his brother off it to do that. So, you know, this may as well happen.]