[If only he were born on a planet which had a strong television culture, or holographs, or anything else. After their dinner (singular) they could sit on the couch and watch something...
...assuming Gepard would own a television, a holograph projector, or anything else. Maybe he wouldn't. And he had half-hoped that Figaro would (maybe) say something that he (possibly) could pick up on the way back to his apartment, but he didn't. He did bring up music, though, and Gepard perked up in surprise, shifting closer before it occurred to him to, well. Not.]
Really? What kind of music?
[...he should stop thinking or being interested in music, and get back to shoveling food into his mouth so Figaro can leave. He gets to that, knocking back some of that rye soda like he's in a bar taking a shot.]
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...assuming Gepard would own a television, a holograph projector, or anything else. Maybe he wouldn't. And he had half-hoped that Figaro would (maybe) say something that he (possibly) could pick up on the way back to his apartment, but he didn't. He did bring up music, though, and Gepard perked up in surprise, shifting closer before it occurred to him to, well. Not.]
Really? What kind of music?
[...he should stop thinking or being interested in music, and get back to shoveling food into his mouth so Figaro can leave. He gets to that, knocking back some of that rye soda like he's in a bar taking a shot.]