【 十八 】 ｚｏｍｂｉｅｓ， ｚｏｍｂｉｅｓ ｅ ｖ ｅ ｒ ｙ ｗ ｈ ｅ ｒ ｅ

[politerudeness]

[ Japan was planning to sit there and stay out of trouble initially, and whatever is it that caused him to change his mind, it mattered little now- so much of staying out of battle in general and not getting involved in fights anymore... but, he figures- this does not count as a war, and there's nothing political about this. And it's not like this

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[perfectvoice]

[Miku blinks at him in complete surprise, then quickly tries to cover up the exposed bits and patches of metal peeking through her synthetic skin. It's evident that seeing this is painful, as painful as a zombie trying to get to her brain (even though technically, she doesn't have one).]

Ah...please don't!

((OOC: ...Miku is made out of metal how would you even. I am, however, fine with everything else!))

[politerudeness]

[ Tilts his head. ] That is an unsatisfactory answer.

((OOC: LMFAO SOB true Japan should at least realize that but.... ANYWAY okay, got it ;u; ))

[perfectvoice]

Well, you can't! I'm a robot, see?

[And she lets the "scars" show for a moment, lets the light hit the metal peeking out of her synthetic skin.]

[politerudeness]

Ah. [ He seems to actually accept that... y e p. ] I see. Certainly, it does make sense, when I think about it.

[perfectvoice]

So...you won't try to eat me? It was really hard, trying to get all of those people away.

[politerudeness]

Metal is not edible, in my case. What I require to consume is human flesh, nothing else.