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( Crap, I can’t remember what I was trying to do. Why the fuck does my brain remember I forgot something but not what it actually is?? …Oh, the ceiling looks kinda cool. )

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( Man, I don’t wanna go home. Am I bothering him by being here this late? It seems kinda lonely to be stuck here all the time, though… )

Too broad?? But… well… it was nice to know she valued kindness in a guy above anything else, at least? It didn’t really narrow down her type at all, though. “Isn’t there… uh, anything else? Like… a well-built guy, or a guy with a certain style, or… y-you know, anything like that?”

Charming… what counted as charming? Did she mean popular-guy kind of charming? There were many kinds of charms… Even he was a little charming, if someone squints at him, right? …Can that count?

Angry & Irritated Sentences. / ACCEPTING.

“W-what? It’s not like I asked you to come here, either!” Okay, he was definitely being petty right now. Instead of accepting the help, his pride over getting that help from a cat was making him act immature. He’d rather leave his wound unhealed if it meant wounding his pride. “I can just, wrap this with a towel or something, anyway…”

The mechanic brought the pages closer to read them, a frown quickly tugging on his lips — not because of the animatronic, but because of the sadness the written words carried. It didn’t sit right with him, how it seemed like the other had already accepted how things were with no hopes for them to change.

“…I won’t leave. I’ll keep coming back here,” he muttered, almost stubbornly. “I’m the ultimate mechanic, I’ll find a way to repair your body! Even if it… like, takes a while, I’ll definitely find a way, so…” His hands toyed with the edge of the pages. “…Just, don’t give up yet, okay?”

(And here goes real Mikan! Scaredy Pinks moment let's gooo!

RANDOM SONG LYRICS 001. / ACCEPTING.

“It is?? Crap, I suck at leaving things unsaid…” As a professional yapper with a PhD in putting his foot in his mouth, it goes without saying that he was downright terrible at this. “Doesn’t it feel better to get things off your chest, though?? I feel like I would explode if someone was mean to me and I just left it at that….”

Angry & Irritated Sentences. / ACCEPTING.

“I DON’T KNOW. I don’t KNOW, okay??” he couldn’t help shouting in distress, curling in on himself. “I don’t WANT to care about what you do either! I hate you! I don’t know why I-- I just, I know you’re not Mikan. You suck. You’re nothing like Mikan. Logically, I know that, but I… I-I still…” That slim hope that his friend was still there somewhere — he couldn’t get rid of it no matter how much he tried. The grief in his chest latched onto it, refusing to let go.

And it hurts. It hurts watching someone that looks exactly like his friend doing things his friend never would have. It felt so wrong. It is wrong, it’s so messed up. How could anyone even… do something like this? This… went beyond cruel.

“Then why are you still working??” is the question the mechanic had meant to ask. He can see her arm as clear as day, so why was she here instead of resting? “Y-you should take days off until your arm is better! That looks like it hurts…”

“Gardening and paper flowers, huh?” That explained the dirt and bits of colored paper. It almost looked like the other was covered in confetti. Taking the napkin he’s left on the table, he went to crouch down near his robot son, wiping away some of the dirt. “Seems like you had a lot of work to do on your end, too.”

No matter how many times he hears it, he still gets a warm feeling in his chest whenever Monodam calls him ‘dad’. It automatically puts a stupid grin on his face, and he can’t help but pat his head. In a sense, this reminded him of when he was much, much younger, watching his own dad work on machines. He wasn’t patted on the head, but it still made him happy to watch, at the time. “Aren’t you tired from all the gardening ‘n stuff? Maybe we could both use a break. I’m getting thirsty, too.”

( oh u kno average kaz and izuru experience )

RANDOM SONG LYRICS 001. / ACCEPTING.

“You should try it! This kind of stuff is so popular nowadays!” He handed the other his phone: it’s the singing game filter where you need to hit the right pitch to let the ball pass. Needless to say, the mechanic absolutely butchered it. Not only that, but his singing voice probably made people walking by think there’s a donkey giving birth in Izuru’s room. “You like games with songs, right? This is kinda the same thing.” Except it’s really not.

RANDOM SONG LYRICS 001. / ACCEPTING.

“Man, hearing that from you is really reassuring, Damo…” Can you tell he loves his robot son? He loves his robot son. He doesn’t mind doing the whole school’s unpaid repairs if it meant he would spend quality time with his robot son.

RANDOM SONG LYRICS 001. / ACCEPTING.

“….O-oh.” Did he look scared? Fuck, he thought he was doing a good job at hiding it. It wasn’t that the animatronic was scary — he was really nice, actually — it was just… just him being paranoid. He knew he shouldn’t be, but the other’s size and general state kept triggering his flight or flight. It definitely didn’t help that he recently met a certain hostile phantom animatronic, either. Still, it didn’t feel fair to compare that guy to Bonnie, who haven’t done anything to harm him.

“You uh, you don’t scare me,” he lied, trying to give the other a reassuring smile, before quickly dropping it with a sigh. He knew he sucked at lying. “…Okay, yeah, I do get a little bit scared sometimes, but… you won’t scare me off, if that makes sense.” Gesturing vaguely, he tried to explain, “I just, I get jumpy sometimes, but I know you’re nice. You’re actually like, really gentle and considerate, a lot more than most people I know, so… e-even if I get like, a little scared, I wouldn’t just… leave you or run away, you know?”