#netty ask

Develop shakes its head. "Never. If anything, it's them who are trapped. I feel as free as a bird." He punctuates the statement with a recorded warbler call, stomping back into the woods.

Coroner doesn't answer the question. She keeps her eye down on her folders, placing down little tabs for later reference.

Chalk's whole body jerks to the side, and a distorted and garbled laugh emitted from it's speakers. "TAKE A GUESS." Well, it sounded like that. Their vocals became more incoherent when they were angry.

The three look between eachother.

Coroner seems offended. "Donkeys have nothing to do with robots."

Netty taps her on the shoulder. "Actually they mean butt. Humans are weird."

Develop leans down, tilting its screen left and right before the kiss is placed near the top. He recoils back, not quite disgusted, but just... Bewildered. He hisses, but otherwise doesn't show aggression.

Coroner pauses her work momentarily to humor you, lowering herself to your level. The kiss is enough to get her ribbons to coil up a bit, and she did her best to just go right back to work once you appeared to be done. No doubt that was the first bit of affection she'd been shown in a long while.

You would have given a kiss to Chalk, but you couldn't get close enough before it managed to work all of its power into a very fierce slash across your face, a gutteral and glitching sound emitting from their speakers.

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Develop's lens focuses. "November 13th."

Coroner waves off the question and keeps sifting through a file. The ram-skulled librarian behind her chimes in. "Hers is September 21st."

Chalk emits a distorted laugh. "I was never finished. I don't have a buildday."