[ at hk-47's suggestion, she tries again. it is not... any better. she might be the weakest person in the game. she didn't clarify if they're trying to kill him, but the good news is that she probably couldn't if she tried. ]
[HK feels a mixture of pride and disappointment, completely ignoring Kaz and addressing his small protege]
Commentary: Well, I can at least appreciate the spirit behind the attempt. Yet it does seem that smothering or some other method may be better suited to your physicality.
Statement: However, causing meatbags to feel mistrust and fear is better than nothing. That is sufficient for now. Thank you very much.
[with surprising accuracy in the dark for someone tracking by sound, kaz beans hk-47 with his squishy boob stress ball. an amusing bong sound echoes through the bedroom.]
Get out of here, you crazy bot! [grasping for aoi's hand, he holds it, in an effort not to get, suckerpunched, or something else. she might be weak, but just in case?? and to aoi:]
Come on. Don't just listen to him—he's just trying to make us feel weird about each other! [well actually he's already feeling pretty weird about this but it's time to salvage whatever remains]
Commentary: I can tell when I am not wanted, and if you two are going to initiate physical contact I have no desire to observe. However, I am keeping your breast projectile. [he picks up the squishy boob ball and leaves the room]
If you can tell when you're unwelcome, why didn't you figure it out from the get go? Fuck off!
[if he had anything else to throw, he would be doing it at the receding figure. once hk-47 is confirmed gone, he sighs, and slumps back down on to the bed, still holding aoi's hand.]
No, I... don't feel weird. It's fine.
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kaz suddenly sits up]
Wait, okay... honestly? It's not fine! And I do feel just a little weird about you inviting the robot that keeps talking about killing people into our room to... I don't know, egg you on while you punched me? That was definitely a little weird! [his voice strains, pitching up slightly. is he the one in the wrong, here??]
might as well happen, he guesses. it keeps happening and it hasn't stopped happening every time he says "hey you have your own bed" and tries to switch with her, so
fuck it! they're co-sleeping buddies, now. he muffles a groan.]
Uhhh. Right. Well. Goodnight.
[and scoots to about as far to the edge as he can get.]
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How was that?
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Suggestion: He does appear to still be drowsy, though, so perhaps you can try again.
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[kaz is looking back and forth between aoi and hk-47’s positions, in genuine confusion—when he suddenly gasps.]
Oh my god, are you guys trying to kill me? The grave wasn’t a suggestion! Can’t anyone vibe with metaphors!?
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[ at hk-47's suggestion, she tries again. it is not... any better. she might be the weakest person in the game. she didn't clarify if they're trying to kill him, but the good news is that she probably couldn't if she tried. ]
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Commentary: Well, I can at least appreciate the spirit behind the attempt. Yet it does seem that smothering or some other method may be better suited to your physicality.
Statement: However, causing meatbags to feel mistrust and fear is better than nothing. That is sufficient for now. Thank you very much.
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[he holds his arms in front of him.]
Aoi, don't listen to that metal loser! He doesn't even wear clothes!
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[ and, to Kaz ]
Is he supposed to wear clothes?
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Get out of here, you crazy bot! [grasping for aoi's hand, he holds it, in an effort not to get, suckerpunched, or something else. she might be weak, but just in case?? and to aoi:]
Come on. Don't just listen to him—he's just trying to make us feel weird about each other! [well actually he's already feeling pretty weird about this but it's time to salvage whatever remains]
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[if he had anything else to throw, he would be doing it at the receding figure. once hk-47 is confirmed gone, he sighs, and slumps back down on to the bed, still holding aoi's hand.]
No, I... don't feel weird. It's fine.
[...
kaz suddenly sits up]
Wait, okay... honestly? It's not fine! And I do feel just a little weird about you inviting the robot that keeps talking about killing people into our room to... I don't know, egg you on while you punched me? That was definitely a little weird! [his voice strains, pitching up slightly. is he the one in the wrong, here??]
So... maybe don't do that again?
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[but all the adrenaline is draining out, now. he sighs, and flumps back on to his mattress.]
What's done is done. Let's just go back to sleep, okay?
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might as well happen, he guesses. it keeps happening and it hasn't stopped happening every time he says "hey you have your own bed" and tries to switch with her, so
fuck it! they're co-sleeping buddies, now. he muffles a groan.]
Uhhh. Right. Well. Goodnight.
[and scoots to about as far to the edge as he can get.]
I'm respecting your personal space! As a woman!
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You don't have to do that.
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[in the dark, he gives a completely invisible thumbs-up.]
I respect you, Aoi!
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[ this... is just a loop. okay. ]
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he reaches out and pats her awkwardly on the head.
pat. pat.]
Get some rest, okay?
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Got it.
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You do sleep, right?
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