[Naoki falls into step with her, shaking his head with a lazy lift of one of his shoulders.] Not that long. Since last year-- [He trails off to divert his attention, though, looking to the cake.]
That's pretty close to it, yeah.
[A little differences here and there, but it looks very similar. It is another world and all...]
[ She'll busy herself for the moment, purchasing a single slice. (She's not made of credits, unfortunately.) At least it's handed to her on a paper plate and not a napkin, with a single plastic fork. That, if nothing else, will need to be rectified. ]
Excuse me. Can we get another utensil, please?
[ Very evenly toned, the robot replies, ]
I WILL USE IT TO STAB YOUR HEEL AND MURDER YOUR DESCENDANTS.
[ ...
A quick glance back at Naoki, uncertainty clear in her features, before Pyrrha tries again. ]
I beg your pardon?
PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASETAKEONEPLEASETAKEONE—
[ Yeah, she's just going to grab a second fork and step away from the stall. Come on, Naoki! ]
[ At least the bench does not seem sentient. Small mercies, Pyrrha thinks, sitting down. The plate of cake is set in between her and Naoki. Politely, she waits for him to have the first bite. ]
I think I've caused enough property damage for one day.
In this case, I think you'd have a right for it. But, lucky robot, it gets to live another day.
[Naoki sits too, stretching out his legs in front of him-- it takes him a moment to notice that she's waiting for him while he'd been prepared to wait for her. So, he'll take a piece.
It's good... Not exactly the same, but enough to stir up that nostalgia.
Also what a strange feeling, this is, sitting on a bench and eating cake with someone.]
You'd think they'd program them not to have such anger management issues.
[He says, grinning... Now that thoughts of breaking them to sparkly little metal splinters are gone, apparently he's settled on being vaguely amused about it. As he does with most things.
--at least it's probably more genuine amusement and not a coping mechanism here.]
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That's pretty close to it, yeah.
[A little differences here and there, but it looks very similar. It is another world and all...]
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Excuse me. Can we get another utensil, please?
[ Very evenly toned, the robot replies, ]
I WILL USE IT TO STAB YOUR HEEL AND MURDER YOUR DESCENDANTS.
[ ...
A quick glance back at Naoki, uncertainty clear in her features, before Pyrrha tries again. ]
I beg your pardon?
PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASE TAKE ONE. PLEASETAKEONEPLEASETAKEONE—
[ Yeah, she's just going to grab a second fork and step away from the stall. Come on, Naoki! ]
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...You sure you don't wanna break it or something?
[He says in an undertone as he joins her, alarmingly serious. Get it before it gets you? No? Just him?
He's probably not actually that serious.]
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I think I've caused enough property damage for one day.
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[Naoki sits too, stretching out his legs in front of him-- it takes him a moment to notice that she's waiting for him while he'd been prepared to wait for her. So, he'll take a piece.
It's good... Not exactly the same, but enough to stir up that nostalgia.
Also what a strange feeling, this is, sitting on a bench and eating cake with someone.]
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It's quite good.
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[He looks more pleased once he glances over at her face.] It's the thing to have, at this time of year.
[--well, he thinks so!]
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It's certainly a pleasant alternative to angry robots.
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[He says, grinning... Now that thoughts of breaking them to sparkly little metal splinters are gone, apparently he's settled on being vaguely amused about it. As he does with most things.
--at least it's probably more genuine amusement and not a coping mechanism here.]