[ Any android-identifying markers are lost on Momo entirely, so he takes the jacket with a wink and a downturn of his brows that speak more to him being apologetic for ruining the clothes than anything else. Connor is, in fact, very well-dressed (despite the waterlogging), so Momo makes a silent gesture; a one-handed version of the prayer hands emoji. His bad!

The jacket gets dunked in water, pulled taut, and added to the ladder. At this rate, it’ll take an entire closet to get them up and over the ledge, but it’s. Something. ]

That’s right…! And it’s our anniversary tonight! She’s going to be so upset if I don’t make it for dinner…!

[ He clasps Connor’s shoulder, mock-distressed. ] What if she leaves me?! [ momo why are you taking this so far ]