Whoever programmed them must have some bizarre fetishes.
[The robot who approaches gets close enough to Noiz that he presses a hand to its shoulder-analogue to push it back.]
Buzz off, you.
[He turns back to her, brow now furrowed. That blush that's bloomed across her face is hilarious, instantly reminding him of the one Aoba had when he surprise-kissed him at his workplace that one day.]
"Eros energy" sounds like a complete scam. Is there any evidence it's real?
[He got some of the shpiel earlier but was annoyed enough to tune out half of it. The main gist was that he was stuck here till fuck knows when and was expected to literally fuck around according to the crap on that bingo card.]
no subject
[The robot who approaches gets close enough to Noiz that he presses a hand to its shoulder-analogue to push it back.]
Buzz off, you.
[He turns back to her, brow now furrowed. That blush that's bloomed across her face is hilarious, instantly reminding him of the one Aoba had when he surprise-kissed him at his workplace that one day.]
"Eros energy" sounds like a complete scam. Is there any evidence it's real?
[He got some of the shpiel earlier but was annoyed enough to tune out half of it. The main gist was that he was stuck here till fuck knows when and was expected to literally fuck around according to the crap on that bingo card.]