[Hello, Holmes, this is Musashi bouncing cheerfully through the buffet, with a plastic bag pilfered from God only knows where, looking for squishy food with which to perpetrate hijinks.
Of course, it notices BFF Holmes right away.]
Oh, Hello, Mister Holmes! Good morning!
[A Tachikoma is the polar opposite of a Grumpy Motherfucker, regardless of the situation.]
[The sound of Musashi's mechanical limbs whirring and thunking as it skittered along - coupled with its sentience - was uncanny enough to make the hair on the back of Holmes' neck stand on end; he never really knew what to feel about that. All in all, he chose logically to not be threatened by scientific advancement. It would still take a bit of getting used to, however.]
Ah--
[He strains to be pleasant. He has to keep on good terms with this thing, because - come on, look at it.]
[A little bleary eyed from keeping his sleep schedule in such disrepair, he clenches his eyes shut, opens them again, stares. ...The machine is putting a jelatinous food substance in a bag.]
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Of course, it notices BFF Holmes right away.]
Oh, Hello, Mister Holmes! Good morning!
[A Tachikoma is the polar opposite of a Grumpy Motherfucker, regardless of the situation.]
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Ah--
[He strains to be pleasant. He has to keep on good terms with this thing, because - come on, look at it.]
...Musashi.
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Are you having a nice stay?
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[A little bleary eyed from keeping his sleep schedule in such disrepair, he clenches his eyes shut, opens them again, stares. ...The machine is putting a jelatinous food substance in a bag.]
Are you hungry, Musashi?
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