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prisonserve :

He considered it for a moment, but then sat down on the chair offered to him. It was probably Kiibo’s way of being polite, so he’d feel bad to ignore it, especially in these rather… Tense circumstances. He’s seen quite some death, so frankly, he’s used to it, but even then… That doesn’t make it any more normal.

He leaned his elbow on his own leg, and listened as patiently as he could to Kiibo’s retelling of the events, giving a small nod every now and then to signify he was, in fact, listening to what Kiibo told him, and trying to store the voice Kiibo had recorded to his own memory as well. He doubted he could replicate it so flawlessly as Kiibo had, but at the very least, he wanted to be able to… Recognise it, lest he ever hear it. The fact Kiibo lived meant that he probably wouldn’t need to act on it, however.

… Probably.

“An electromagnetic wave from a megaphone..?”

It’s not that he doubted Kiibo- he was a robot, so while he may not understand social nuances or the atmosphere very well, but he was pretty good when it came to memorisation and facts. It’s just… A weird sentence to hear. He could ask about it later, because, clearly, this wasn’t the whole story yet- after all, they’d only gotten to the part where Kiibo was dancing. Embarassing it may have been, but it sure isn’t death, so there must’ve been something more to this story.

“It’s not so strange to want to forget about things, both embarassing and… Traumatising.

But in the end, none of us can, and really, we shouldn’t. That’s like running away. Regardless… Please continue, since this story still doesn’t sound complete to me.”

Hoshi was right. Trying to forget bad memories would be like running away from them. Kiibo knew this, but he did envy humans a little because their memories would lose details over time while his memories would forever stay a perfect recording of the events which had transpired. 

“Yes, an electromagnetic wave from a megaphone. You might not believe what happened next, but it really did happen. The person with the megaphone fiddled with the settings of his megaphone a bit and then shot another electromagnetic wave while I was still dancing that embarrassing dance. My interface was flooded with errors and then I broke! This is the last thing I remember before waking up here.” 

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horseruler :

“Eeeeeeeeh?” Kokichi sneered at that, but smirked while watching the other’s response. “But isn’t this nice in its own way? We get to spend a quality time together like this! Since you are here anyway, why don’t we play a game?”

He took a hold of the other’s hands to prevent more of the flailing (since it hurt his wrist too), and then forced Kiibo into a small dance before he pushed him onto a cluttered bed. There were papers everywhere, most with intricate designs of complex or playful inventions he had thought of on the fly. A recipe for a nonsensical love potion fell on the floor. Kokichi made sure to jump on top of the robot and leaned over, laughing mischievously like he always would.

“If you don’t like being stuck to me, then you simply need to find the key. I have hidden it somewhere in this room, behind a few traps and riddles.” Or more like, behind an elaborate Death Note-esque hiding mechanism that served no purpose other than to amuse his own trickery. Kokichi knew how to watch his anime well.

“Or you could serve me for 24 hours like the servant you should be. Remember that you joined my organization? It means that you have to accompany me during my daily missions.”

Kokichi pulled Kiibo in a little closer by moving his wrist back. He stared him right in the eyes. “Well? What will it be? Just so you know, my desk drawer explodes if you don’t open it the right way. I got tired of people copying my homework.”

“A game?” Kiibo didn’t like the sound of this, at all. He was easily overpowered by Ouma and quickly found himself pinned against the bed by the Ultimate Supreme Leader. “Ngh-!”

Kiibo struggled underneath Ouma but not for long. He knew when he was fighting a battle he couldn’t win. His desperate attempt to get Ouma off had been kind of pitiful, causing Kiibo to feel bad about his inability to do anything about the situation. Why did Ouma have to be like this? And on Kiibo’s birthday at all times?!

“.................What would serving you entail?” Kiibo asked, thereby admitting his defeat. He was no good with riddles as was expected of someone who took everything at face value. “And that sounds dangerous. Wait... we had homework?”

Ah, right. Kiibo was a student here, wasn’t he? He might have been skipping classes without meaning to. What a delinquent. “This is no good.”

Amuse me

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Kiibo had more or less gotten used to Stella City. Unlike his last residence, the city of sheep was a peaceful place. He liked it here. This was a place he didn’t mind staying, which was good because word had it there was no way out. There was, however, one thing he didn’t think he would ever be able to get used to... meeting friends who he had thought to be dead.

“Akamatsu-san!” Kiibo would have cried if he could. Her smile was a perfect match with the scan he had of her. “You were worried about me? Please don’t be, I don’t want to worry you.”

Akamatsu’s next question snapped Kiibo out of his emotional state. The question seemed harmless enough, but Kiibo didn’t fail to notice the slightly robophobic undertones in it. 

“I might not be able to eat, but I do have business here! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It’s also a time for sharing what your plans are for today. I’m sitting alone at this table in case someone wants to share their plans with me. I would never think of skipping breakfast, even if you are the first person to seek out my company here.”

  @specialrobotboy

  Hummingbird Hotel did seem to be quite spacious. Kaede wasn’t the type to live in a place fit for a king or anything remotely related to such. A normal high school girl like herself didn’t need anything fancy. Slinging her backpack over her shoulders, she walked out of the room and lightly closed the door as she made her way to the hotel’s restaurant. The thought of being by herself was lonely, but she was new to the premise. Besides, the pianist would take it an opportunity to practice her first impressions. You could only do them once, after all!

    ‘You can do it! Alright.. One step at a time.’ With self-encouragement, she walked into the restaurant’s entrance-way with a large smile. Purple hues scanned the area, quickly noticing her peer. He was hard to miss! Her pace quickened as she stood over the table, placing her hands atop its surface.

    “Kiibo-kun!? Oh, I’m so glad! I was worried, you know.” She had many, many questions to ask. Her mind was full of curiosity. “But ah, what are you doing at the hotel’s restaurant?”

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Kiibo was surprised to have someone knocking on his door. He wasn’t expecting any visitors and Ouma never bothered to knock. More often than not Kiibo would suddenly find Ouma leaning over his shoulder. The Ultimate Supreme Leader’s lockpicking skills were impressive, but Kiibo knew better than to encourage him.

Curious about who wanted to spend time with him (which he encouraged!), Kiibo quickly moved to open his door. Unkown to him he opened his door for yet another person whose existence went against everything he thought he knew. He clearly hesitated before returning the other’s greeting. 

“...... My model unit name is K1-B0, but please call me Kiibo,” Kiibo replied, peeking at his visitor while hiding most of his body behind his door. “The walls are thin here. I wouldn’t want my neighbours to start attempting to reenact the act of robophobia that was made against me. If you wish to discuss this, I would prefer to do it somewhere more private.”

@specialrobotboy

Kyouko walked to Hummingbird Hotel with purpose in her gait. She held a file in her hands, a file that had troubled her for some time, and she intended to take action to remedy that.

An old friend of hers was here. And he’d nearly taken a life.

The circumstances of the incident were easy to come by with her profession, and even if they hadn’t been, she would have made sure to find out what happened anyway. She approached door 106 and knocked. When the tenant opened the door, she began to speak.

“I apologize for the intrusion; my name is Kyouko Kirigiri. I’m a detective; I was hoping to speak to you about the incident from a few weeks ago. I know you received a letter explaining the situation, but now that you’ve had some time to recover I wanted to discuss your options to be certain you don’t feel threatened any longer.”

That old friend of hers sure was a piece of work, after all.

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stylishbeat :

“Pink, you say?” Rantarou mused aloud, humming while searching for a pink scarf. “Solid color or checkered? Actually…” He picks out the two from the display and holds them up for Kiibo to see both. “There’s another one there, but it’s for winter wear.” Putting both scarves in one hand, he reached out for the third one; compared to the others that were meant for regular day-to-day wear, this one was woolly.

“There are different shades of pink on them, but they would all go fine with your color scheme. I’d say the solid pink one would make your blue eyes stand out most, though.” He glanced between the three items in his hands, then looked at Kiibo. In the end, the decision would be his alone, but if Rantarou can help in any other way by offering advice, then he’ll do his best to provide it.

“You are something else, aren’t you Kiibo-kun? I admit I’m impressed with the things you tell me sometimes.” The other truly was worthy to hold the title of Ultimate Robot, being a creation that surpasses the expectations of most. Even then, he was much more than a simple robot with an intricate A.I system; Kiibo was just as unique as every other person out there, making him irreplaceable. “Alright, though. Since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you.”

“Listen here, Kiibo-kun. If anything I say becomes too much, you can tell me to stop. I won’t hold it against you, okay?” The chances for things to get awkward for Kiibo might be higher than Rantarou himself feeling like that. Nonetheless, he’d prefer to remain on the safe side and thus, the adventurer takes a moment to carefully consider his words. “I’m sure you know that one of the ways in which we show affection is through kissing, correct? Well… Let’s just say kissing isn’t restricted just to the lips, cheeks or one’s forehead.”

There was a lot Kiibo could learn from Amami when it came to picking clothes. As such Kiibo listened carefully to what Amami had to say and nodding along to all the knowledge the fashionista was willing to share.

“I trust your judgement, Amami-kun. If you say the solid pink would make my eyes stand out then I would like to see how it looks on me.” 

Kiibo took said scarf from Amami and walked up to a mirror in the store. He attempted to wrap the scarf around his collar but he felt slightly self-conscious about how messy it ended up looking. Having no experience with scarfs or wearing clothes in general, he wasn’t quite sure how he could make it look good. 

“Mm...” Averting Amami’s gaze in the mirror, Kiibo used the scarf to hide the blush on his face. “How should I wear this?”

Surprisingly enough the blush on Kiibo’s face was no more once Amami started talking about kissing. There was no reason for Kiibo to be embarrassed about this because Amami just so happened to be talking about something he already knew!

“You’re right, I’ve seen people kiss each other’s hands before. A charming gesture.”

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prisonserve :

Frankly, to have Kiibo claim so loudly that not only was Ryoma wrong, it would also apparently in fact be a bad thing if something did happen to him, was surprising, to say the least.

Huh.

Well, once he thinks it over… It’s not so strange Kiibo feels and thinks that way towards Ryoma- he feels this way towards all his classmates, after all. Whether he was programmed that way or developed that way, he seemed to feel that anything happening to anyone was a bad thing.

… He clearly can’t tell yet, huh? How different situations apply to different people, how if something happened to someone else, it’d be drastically worse than if something happened to Ryoma. It’s only a matter of time until he realises, people like himself aren’t worth going through such trouble for.

“There’s no need for the dramatics. It’s quite alright. I doubt anything will happen here- and if it did, it’s really not so bad.”

Though, to turn down the offer for help would be quite impolite. Again… He doesn’t want to encourage Kiibo to spend time with him. Quite the contrary, in fact. He can only be a bad influence, a source or pain and trouble- someone as naive and easily tricked as Kiibo shouldn’t be in such an environment.

“You really don’t have to, but I suppose it’ll prevent the sheep from getting on my case, so if you have any information on how to fix a door, I’m all ears.

First things first, however. The power strip. I think that store over there is a hardware store?”

“You shouldn’t say such things, Hoshi-kun. If something were to happen to you I would be very sad...” 

Kiibo would protect Hoshi this time. There had been so many times Kiibo had felt powerless to do anything, but things were different now. He knew what was bothering Hoshi so much. 

The reason Hoshi had been willing to let himself be killed had been his motive video. Kiibo couldn’t imagine what that was like to have no reason to keep on living, but that didn’t matter. He just had to give Hoshi a reason, did he not? That was easier said than done. Still, Kiibo was stubborn and wouldn’t be giving up on this easily. For now, he decided the most he could do was getting to know Hoshi better.

“Hardware store located,” Kiibo said as he made a beeline for it, but not before attempting to take Hoshi along. The height difference between them was too big for Kiiboo to be able to reach Hoshi’s hand so he gently placed a hand on his back instead. 

“Excellent. We will find a power strip in no time--” No sooner had Kiibo said that or the vast amount of things in the hardware store overwhelmed him. “..........Hm. I might have to redact my previous statement. We will find a power strip sometime during today.”  

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prisonserve :

A lot has happened..? Well, Kiibo wasn’t wrong there, really. Even if just going up to their arrival here, a whole lot had transpired. Let alone counting all the things within this city; and then, this, too.

“… Shot amidst the confusion over a misunderstanding..?” that was a rather out-there way to end up nearly dying. Then again, someone trying to end the life of another, that wasn’t an event that very often went about without a lot going on beforehand and during.

Still, that must’ve been a rather big misunderstanding. They’ve all seen misunderstandings lead to death before, so it wasn’t that strange to Ryoma, but that one had been pretty dire back then as well.

“… If you don’t mind, could you tell me what happened?”

He knew he was asking for quite a lot. It surely can’t haven been pleasant to experience, so to be asked to talk about it-

It might even be selfish. It’s not like he talks about it, either, right..?

“You don’t have to, of course.”

“Yes, certainly. If you wish for me to explain what happened then I will, but first...” 

Kiibo grabbed two folding chairs which had been leaning against a wall and placed them in the middle of his temporary room across from each other. He sat down on one, closed his legs and straightened his back before pointing at the other chair with his hand. 

“Please, take a seat.” Kiibo was beaming then, happy to have a friend over and to be offering them a place to sit. Of course, it didn’t register with Kiibo that a folding chair wasn’t very comfortable and thus not as impressive as he was making it seem it was. “I will now tell you what happened.”

“The day I got shot started like any other. I had set out to explore the city when a person with a megaphone told me--” Kiibo quickly found the recording he was looking for and “spoke” with Byakuya’s voice. “Tell me your objective, robot. Paying this public act of robophobia no mind, I explained to the stranger that I was looking into the possibility of charging at a public charging point in times of dire need.” 

Kiibo nodded to himself. His ability to remember things in perfect detail was quite impressive, even if he said so himself. Then again, sometimes he did wish he could forget things. The things he had to explain to Hoshi next were rather unpleasant. 

“This is where the misunderstanding began. I thought I was speaking with someone I knew, but in fact, the stranger was but a stranger. He got irritated with me and shot some kind of electromagnetic wave at me through the megaphone. I can’t explain what happened well, but I suppose you could say I got hacked by him. I started dancing a strange dance. It was really embarrassing. I wish I could erase it from my memory, but alas I am not allowed to delete any memory files manually.” 

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stalkersmask :

Well… She wasn’t exactly unused to being doubted and being called some being out of a story. Her kind hadn’t existed originally in the world she was born in, after all. Elves weren’t native to that world, that planar system, or those realms. So, surprise at her existence isn’t a new sensation anymore.

Frankly, it’s getting kinda old.

“You see me standin’ right here, don’t you? I ain’t no rookie when it comes to the concept of inter-planar travel or even inter-wordly displacement. My entire kind is not supposed to be in the place I was born, and humans apparently don’t exist where we originate from. You could say I’m an entirely new creation, a brand-new concept, a beautiful union of two worlds unintended to mix and collide, someone that now stands far superior above either elf or human!”

Another arguable point, but in Mila’s thoughts, she absolutely was. Her elongated lifespan, which was still significantly shorter than those of other elves, she deemed as the perfect length. Not only that, but her mixed blood has made her incredibly capable in many areas, other than her self-proclaimed stunning beauty.

Related to that matter, actually…

She lifts both her hands, slowly, and gently but firmly places them on Kiibo’s face, her grip tightening steadily as she takes a step closer.

“Looks like you’re gonna haf’ta update your programmy-thinking thing a bit, then, since I am, quite obviously, the height of beauty. I am stunning. I am not merely ‘cute’, I am drop-dead gorgeous. You’d do well to remember that, Clockwork. Just because the person who made you think the way you do was too stupid to include my flawless existence doesn’t mean it’s untrue, ya know?”

“Inter-planar travel and inter-wordly displacement?” It was the first time Kiibo heard these terms. Ven explained the meaning of these words well enough for him to understand them in concept. “You and I are similar in some ways then. I too am an entirely new creation. I don’t think that makes us better than others, but I am proud of my robotic nature.”

Being blissfully unaware of the mood, as usual, Kiibo didn’t feel threatened when Ven held his face tightly. He merely smiled as she talked about him needing an update.

“Yes, certainly. I am a hyper-advanced artificial intelligence so I’m always learning new things. What would you say are features that make you ‘drop-dead gorgeous’? And another question, am I supposed to hold your face as well during this process?” 

That sounds fake but OK

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jyuuichimusuko :

Lost in thought, it took Yusuke until post-name giving to realize someone was talking to him.  Turning to face the sound of the strangely familiar sounding voice,  he found himself face to face (until otherwise said out loud that he was probably shorter than Kiibo) with a……..stranger?  

“Model.. what?”  Literally.  Model? What???  Hold the phone.  Was this guy………………. a robot?

That made no sense.  Robots were works of fiction, science fiction really was starting to feel like a new craze.  But this guy certainly looked like… a robot.  “Uh—” what was he doing again? “I’m sorry… what?”

As a matter of fact, the other was about 25cm taller than Kiibo. How’s the weather up there? Kiibo would like to know.

“I apologize. My presence seems to be a great source of distress for you. I mean you no harm.”

By now Kiibo had gotten used to people being shocked by his existence. He was a one of a kind robot and he was proud of that fact. Still, it was a little disheartening to always have to win people’s trust over before he was able to hold normal everyday conversations with them. 

“You looked like you required some assistance. If I am able I would be happy to help.”

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horseruler :

Dirty? A scarf given to him by the great Kokichi Ouma? How rude! Sure, the boy had been rolling through the leaves before he gave the article, but that didn’t warrant to call it dirty? As a matter of a fact, it was quite clean compared to all those times Kokichi had rolled in the garbage.

“Hm… So it was dirty.” While Kokichi dug into his own pocket, he came closer as he slowly drawled out the words. It didn’t take a lot of hesitation for him to grab Kiibo’s hand in his own, after which he slapped an item around the robot’s wrist with a deft motion. “Nyee-heehee… then I’ll give you something else instead.”

Kokichi laughed as he did the same to his own wrist, holding up his hand after he finished cuffing himself to Kiibo. It was quite a rusty set of handcuffs, but it seemed to do the trick just fine. “Look! It’s a friendship bracelet! Courtesy of me, the Ultimate Supreme Ruler, of course!”

“Yes, dirty. It smelled just like you.” Kiibo didn’t think Ouma’s scent to be revolting. Instead, he found it to be... distracting? Either way, he wasn’t wearing that scarf until it had been washed. “While we are on the subject, do you bath regularly? Humans should shower every other day or at least three times a weak to stay clean. I know this.”

Kiibo had been about to propose helping Ouma wash his back while bathing if necessary when out of nowhere Ouma slapped something around his arm. Taking a moment to register something had happened, Kiibo gradually moved his gaze down to find he had been handcuffed to the other.

“What is the meaning of this?! Do not give friendship bracelets a bad name! Why did you handcuff us to each other?! Take these off at once!”

Amuse me

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prisonserve :

Does anybody need that many electrical appliances in their room..? What had he put in there, like five lamps?

Well, at least he understood that having to stand on your hands to charge yourself just to make sure you don’t stop functioning throughout the day was less than ideal. If a power strip was what he figured he needed… Well, at least he could try and direct Kiibo in the right direction.

“… There was an angry ram delivering a reply to my earlier letter and he kicked out my door.”

When he speaks it out loud, it seems like something he made up on the spot. Thing was, he hadn’t. He’d very much gotten a letter by an angry ram that kicked in his door, after which the letter told him there were bananas under his bed if he got hungry (there had been bananas under his bed indeed). It was odd.

“… I’m not too worried about not having a door, to be honest. Nothing that’d happen to me would really matter- but I suppose I’m probably not supposed to leave my door broken for too long, so I’ll see what I can do.”

He’s no carpenter, that’s for sure, but he’s got a head on his shoulders with which he can think, and he’s alright in this kind of stuff, he supposes. 

“I’ll need new hinges, I think those were busted out. I’ll see how far I get.”

“An angry ram...” 

Kiibo believed Hoshi. If something as crazy as people coming back from the dead was business as usual in Stella City, then Kiibo didn’t doubt that there was an angry ram delivering letters here as well. 

“That statement is false!” Kiibo shouted, pointing his finger at Hoshi to strengthen his words. “If something bad were to happen to you that would be terrible. I won’t allow it! We will fix your door together. I will see to it that you stay safe until then.”

Not that there was much Kiibo could do seeing as he only had the strength of a healthy elderly citizen, but he would find a way to make it work. 

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badkuya :

Byakuya was rather swift with his movements, having neared Kiibo before he promptly dropped a heavy envelope on the table beside him. It sounded like paper, but more specifically, it seemed to be…?

“I came to reimburse you.” Right, because Byakuya did not know how to apologize like a normal person. Well, it wasn’t a big deal. Just some extra money he earned when he sold his remaining stocks before investing in new ones. The world never stopped turning for Byakuya Togami. “It is a small sum, but please accept it.”

A small sum of… oh. Wow. You could buy a few expensive cars with this money and still have leftover money, probably.

Kiibo was visually taken aback by Togami’s actions. Thinking that this might be a prank Kiibo had no other choice than to open the envelope. One look at the money inside was enough for Kiibo to see that the money was legitimate and that there was an absurd about of it stacked into this one envelope. 

“This is too much, Togami-kun.” Kiibo sounded slightly panicked as he spoke. This huge sum of money was too big of a responsibility for him. “Getting fixed was apparently fully covered by my health insurance and my everyday living expenses are close to none. What am I to do with all this money?”

All All Apologies

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stylishbeat :

Patience is a virtue well worth having, Rantarou knows this much; being the one to the care of a large number of siblings, he’d know this best of all. As a result, his reward comes in the form of Kiibo accepting to go search for a clothing article – precisely, an accessory, but this was something on which they could build over time. No matter how small this step taken had been, it remained important.

“I’d be glad to help you pick out one. Do you have a favorite color? Or a few, that works too.” Passing through the various rows of clothing articles, Rantarou paces towards the front, where a couple of scarves are hung up on display. There’s a decent variety to pick from, both in color, pattern and even thickness, so Kiibo would have a good place to start.

However, a problem presents itself, one which Rantarou brought onto himself. Kiibo shows childlike curiosity, eagerness to learn anything that is new – of course, this was not something that textbooks could provide. It was a matter of personal experience and the adventurer had sufficient amounts of it.

“Kiibo-kun, are you sure you want me to answer?” He asks while passing his hand over a few scarves, checking them out. “I don’t mind telling you, but I doubt the info will be helpful. Besides, it’s a little intimate too.”

“Oh! Pink! Pink is my favourite colour,” Kiibo beamed, being more than happy to share information about himself. There was a smile on his face as he followed after Amami. Kiibo was grateful to Amami that he wanted to help him but even more so than that he seemed to be looking forward to Amami asking him more questions. 

“Intimate?” Kiibo repeated, his voice betraying that he hadn’t expected Amami to bring up such a topic all of a sudden. He thought to himself for a moment and then continued. 

“If you wouldn’t mind telling me I would like to know. You would be wrong to assume I can’t become touch-starved. I too wish to share physical contact with others. When I hold hands with someone that makes me feel... content? I’m not quite sure how to put it into words, but I do enjoy it.”

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stalkersmask :

Well, even if she did treat you like she treated anybody else, would that really be a good thing?

“So, absolutely inferior, just like everybody else here, right? Can do!”

You did ask for it, so no take-backs.

Only until after Kiibo explained his emotion situation to her, Mila finally stood back up on her feet. Not that she was unused to grovelling on the floor or clawing through mud- she had just established that the other wouldn’t dash off at the smallest of chances anymore right now. Probably.

“Well, that doesn’t sound any different from the average emotionally constipated person, don’t it? I still don’t get how Zaibatsu clockwork technology can be created to feel things things instead of being enchanted into it, but whatever. I don’t tell the baker how to make her bread either, do I? I mean, I do, but that’s because she gets on my ass about everything, and she hates it when I do it, so of course I do it. Fuck her, in particular.”

If anything, that was the upside of this shithole; no Bellin the baker! God, what an annoying girl that had been.

She hadn’t expected Kiibo to react so shocked to her age, however. Shit, she really wasn’t that old, you pile of junk! She’s like, super young! Don’t be rude like this.

“My secret’s bein’ a damn half-elf, you moron! I can go all the way up to 200 and higher! It’s totally obvious that for me, 47 ain’t shit, right? It’s not our fault that Folfex just are so beautiful, so flawless. So like, I’m all fresh and young, like I said! You try going for 47 years and staying unchanging!”

“… Actually, I suppose as long as you don’t get destroyed, you wouldn’t change, either. Too bad for you that I’m prettier than you, I guess.”

Kiibo followed Ven’s example and slowly got back on his feet as well. He didn’t need a mirror to know he could use a trip to the nearest car wash. Of course, he could wash himself off for the most part in the shower of his hotel room, but he felt he deserved to treat himself a little bit after today. 

“Half-elf?” Kiibo repeated, unsure of its meaning. “I have heard of this term, but as far as I know half-elves were only ever present in fantasy books. You claim to be one? That is as strange to me as my existence is to you.”

Stella City got stranger by the day. You would think Kiibo had gotten better at discerning lies after being close with Ouma for some time, but he was as clueless as ever. Ven could be pulling his leg or be brutally honest with him and he wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference either way. For now, he decided that he would believe her on her word just like she was believing him on his.

“I was not programmed to have a preference for certain facial features or body types, so I cannot deny or confirm your statement. I do, however, know that some would consider me to be ‘cute’. I am on the fence about if the same could be said about you.”

Kiibo didn’t mean that as an insult and didn’t even realize it could be taken as one. He was just stating the facts, was he not? 

That sounds fake but OK

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Did You Just Fucking Reference It’s A Departure By John Roderick And The Long Winters Because I Caught That Shit

[[Yes, absolutely. It’s a new craze, you know?]]

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Could the face of someone you have never met feel familiar? Kiibo had been strolling through the city, looking for people that might be in need of help, when he had noticed someone staring at a list of movies playing at  Cinderella Cinema. A quick scan of the redhead’s face had told Kiibo that there was no match for this face in his library of faces, and yet..... 

The stranger’s face felt familiar, but not too familiar, but not too not familiar. Kiibo thought he might have seen this person in his dreams, which was strange because he didn’t sleep. Wanting to get to the bottom of this Kiibo didn’t hesitate to approach the other and introduce himself. 

“Good afternoon. My model unit name is K1-B0, but please call me Kiibo. Do you require assistance? If yes, I would be happy to help if I am able. If no... Sorry, I didn’t think that far ahead.”

@specialrobotboy

Coming to a halt outside of Cinderella Cinema, Yusuke was at a bit of an impasse.

Not only was he sure about to see a movie by himself like the true, pathetic, lonely, sad little person people probably think he is when he buys that ticket for one.. But also……….

“..I’ve never heard of any of these titles..”

[specialrobotboy-blog]

“We are not... ‘a thing’, I assure you.” Kiibo didn’t even know a word to define their relationship, but ‘a thing’ certainly wasn’t the word he was looking for. “Who is Pussy?”

shut the hell your mouth @specialrobotboy

      “‘Ey, buttplug, if y’say one more thing about Yang and I, I’m gonna assume that you and the purple rat are a thing!” She’s ready to bite this guy’s shiny metal ass. “Shut yer trap, she’s in love with pussy, not me!”