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Lawrence Rapture
PER: 6 | CHA: 5 | AGI: 6
PER: 6 | CHA: 5 | AGI: 6
"Anywhere I can find it," he was quick to answer. Oddly, that felt like he was trying to keep a terrible secret like he was avoiding screaming into the void I have a magical water purifier! which he actually wished was the case, but, alas, was far from it. "I stockpiled a lot whenever I could get my hands on it." He could recall a place where there was loads of untainted water, but it was effectively... gone now. A place probably overrun with scientists and synths that wouldn't be happy in the slightest to see him... and not like he even knew how to get back there even if he wanted to. A lake or a stream was good enough if the water was clear enough and there was soap... and no monsters. Even the tiny bit that he allowed himself to talk about it, he was losing a little bit of that nervous edge to his voice, more willing to share something. After all, it wasn't like the topic of a bath was all that taboo and personal. Surely, anyone desperate enough to get cleaned up every now and then found creative ways to scrub off some layers of filth enough to get comfortable with themselves.
...not that Law was ever perfectly comfortable with himself, but that was beside the point.
At the very least, he could shut his mouth about his apparent obsession with his bathing habits to focus on the topic that was more interesting and beneficial to others. The much less selfish to his own desires topic over the properties of a radiactive soda and its ability to be used in other applications sure was... something. He appreciated the change of topic, finding it much more comfortable... even if he didn't understand a lot of it.
"That sounds like such a terrible thing to do," he admitted after a moment, "What in the hell must have been going through their minds to find something that's radioactive and think Boy, this tastes good so we should try to drink it and sell it to the masses?" It almost made him rethink that strong and constant desire to pass himself off as a human if they could really be so brainless. Just because something tasted good did not mean it was safe to drink!
Even as he talked, even as his thoughts scrambled for good reasons why anyone in their right mind would drink something like that, his attention kept flickering off at Anchorage doing who even knew what he or she or it was doing- Playing with its food? And doing some wicked impersonation of a radio show Law vaguely recalled hearing maybe once or twice. It was sure hard to focus while that was going on, his curiosity seemingly continually drifting back to the creature every chance it got. "Uh.." was all he could say before he was able to snap his gaze back towards Jensen. "I didn't mean to sound rude. I guess I just... don't understand how-" he almost said humans "-how some people think. But I guess if it works, it works, right?"