メタルマン

…wh-what?

[Mini vents a little in frustration, the noise enough to disrupt the awkward silence between them as he looked the DLN over appraisingly. Was this machine an imitation? Was HE himself the imitation? Where was the larger version of this unit? Why was he even smaller than him? Too many questions… If he’d had a stomach, nausea would probably be something he would be experiencing then, he thought]

Don’t. Fuckin’. Do it. Again. That shit took months.

[He didn't care WHAT the old man said. Just because he couldn't eat food doesn't mean it wasn't HIS!]

He shook his head before presenting a small, CD-sized metal blade and made a gesture of swiping it across his own neck, as if to threaten the robot that had not actually even existed]

[Mini kicked at the ground in protest. He had a feeling that his elderly brother type figure was just trying to get a rise out of him, but man was he good at it!]

*The question seemed genuine enough and he pops the e-Tank open, quickly taking a swig- the first sip was always the best.  He thinks for a moment before crouching and holding it out to Dimini, offering to share it with him.*

[He sipped again…and once more, thoughtfully lingering like that just a moment longer before shamefully glancing up at Star, and reluctantly handing the can back]

*Truly he was intrigued by the little creature, a fun-sized copy of Wily’s eldest.*

Buzzing in approval, Mini bowed before opening his chest compartment, reaching inside as if about to perform some sort of magic trick and pulled out…A bottle of tarragon soda? He bleeped at it before shoving as far back inside as he possibly could, now rather flustered as he pulled out the correct gift instead- An E-tank, just for the shining star-man]

I’m glad to hear it. So… what do you do around here?

[So he shrugged his small shoulders, looking up at Star in a way that begged him not to be angry at him for not knowing how to answer]