cybervalececil needs something cleaned!
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[ artificial vermillion hues glance upwards as he 'hears' a small noise, and he nearly drops the broom he's holding in his ivory hands, his grip tightening around the handle instead. immediately, his artificial, fake, nonexistant mind processes the signals being sent by the small cameras in place of normal, organic his eyes, signaling that...
subjectType==another fucking robot
it... must mean something, that's for sure, but he opens his mouth, and for a moment, it's just awkward silence, until he pipes up and actually says something. ]
Hello?
[ perfect. that's exactly how he's heard humans speak. always say hello. maybe... not as questioning. let's try that again, 1sh1m4ru ishimaru. ]
Hello.
[ ... again. ]
Hello?
[ oh, look, now you're babbling to yourself. ]
He...llo.
[ please stop him, or he won't shut up. ]
