[ Even after having realized that their "beautiful fortune-teller" is this creepy doll with no face—there is that sensation. Of being watched. Fine hairs stand along his arms and nape in warning, body a buzz of alarm. Yet that still somehow does not overwhelm his distress at how innocent his poor aniki is. He had expected to play wingman, but this is worse than he thought. Much worse. ]
Okay...
[ He continues to ruminate in his feelings while Nansen presses the button and sets the machine into motion. That jerks Rokurou to attention; standing straight, he watches with fascination as lights flash and gears begin to groan. Eventually "she" spits out a piece of paper. Tilting his head, the daemon watches as Nansen raises it to the sky like baby Simba. ]
This is a fortune? [ he takes the paper when offered, finally taking this a bit more seriously—he has never seen a doll that can write like this before. he swallows in a quiet gulp. ] Ah, alright.
[ With great gravity, he flips the paper: ASK AGAIN LATER. ]
... Hah?
[ Scratch what he thought before. This thing is a woman. It's just as finicky and tempermental. Ask again later? What the hell kind of shit is this? ]
no subject
Okay...
[ He continues to ruminate in his feelings while Nansen presses the button and sets the machine into motion. That jerks Rokurou to attention; standing straight, he watches with fascination as lights flash and gears begin to groan. Eventually "she" spits out a piece of paper. Tilting his head, the daemon watches as Nansen raises it to the sky like baby Simba. ]
This is a fortune? [ he takes the paper when offered, finally taking this a bit more seriously—he has never seen a doll that can write like this before. he swallows in a quiet gulp. ] Ah, alright.
[ With great gravity, he flips the paper: ASK AGAIN LATER. ]
... Hah?
[ Scratch what he thought before. This thing is a woman. It's just as finicky and tempermental. Ask again later? What the hell kind of shit is this? ]