"What, no- I- He-!" Garrot Prime can't help but stammer for a moment after the wink, before he and the clone both lean in and look at the ribbon. It's a very nice red, and he can see why she keeps it around! It's versatile, like his bowties!

"It's not like that." Garrot isn't sure what he thinks Haizea thinks it's like. "You know how sometimes you have to stop yourself from saying or doing the first thing that comes to mind?" It's called having impulse control, Garrot. "Well if there's another me around, I have to do that for me and him. Or else he says stuff like that. Or worse."

He sighs, and brings his hands to his face. The clone eats another onion ring, and then starts talking while Garrot is lamenting his life. "I hope your head lac heals up well, Zea, but if it looks weird I know a plastic surgeon who can work on it a bit!"

A beat as Garrot Prime stares incredulously, realizing he can't even be mopey without a clone latching onto something. Fucking fuck his life.