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[fastandferal]

Guess who's not depressed? Cheetor! He's in the media library, in an open pod room. A John Williams score is playing. Cheetor was watching this movie in silence, but now he just has to give voice to his amazement

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[notyourmudfoot]

Harper is drawn toward the sound of geeking out. He's not unfamiliar with it, after all.

He drops down to sit next to Cheetor. His passing acquaintance with tact has never enlightened him as to the best ways to intrude on another's movie time.

"Man, this's a classic. This the first time you've seen it?"

[fastandferal]

"Yeah, it is!" Cheetor answers, then looks at who he's talking to.

"Oh, hey!" There's a pause. "I may be a cat-bot, but I'm feeling a little sheepish - I've totally blanked on your name."

[notyourmudfoot]

Harper can't help it. He snorts at the lame joke as if he weren't guilty of atrocities a thousand times worse.

"Eh, don't worry about it." He holds out his hand, slipping quickly into salesman mode. Hey, it worked on Beka. "Name's Seamus Zelazny Harper. Super Genius. Nice ta meet ya."

[fastandferal]

Cheetor grins at the acceptance of his lame joke.

"I'm Cheetor." He chuckles lightly. "Super Genius? That a self-appointed title?"