[ Midnight looks down at the saw in his hand, thinking about his grip, among other things. The amount of people who take Midnight's pet names to heart at the degree that they do is really a bit concerning. Have these people never been the subject of simple affection? All the more reason to do it, but really, Midnight has quite the labor of love (literally) ahead of him.
(He'd also find it a bit concerning that Kaveh had read deeply into his independence. Not that he's wrong, nor that Midnight thinks the man means any malice. He just has his moments where he enjoys being seen. People getting too close to the other moments means he's getting sloppy. He doesn't like being drunk, actually...) ]
I see.
[ Since he is not currently profoundly drunk, he just thinks about how nice it would be to touch Kaveh's hair instead of actually doing it. He basks in the thought for a moment before letting it go and walking alongside Kaveh instead, the happiest packhorse imaginable. ]
They're a public service for the landship I live in, little wheeled contraptions who perform menial tasks whenever we're short a hand. National treasures, each one. She has a handful of her own creations, and tends to outfit any capable drones or robots who come aboard the ship with voice chips and AI. They're quite the bunch. Different personalities to all of them. I'm rather fond of Lancet-2 myself, although that may be my bias speaking.
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(He'd also find it a bit concerning that Kaveh had read deeply into his independence. Not that he's wrong, nor that Midnight thinks the man means any malice. He just has his moments where he enjoys being seen. People getting too close to the other moments means he's getting sloppy. He doesn't like being drunk, actually...) ]
I see.
[ Since he is not currently profoundly drunk, he just thinks about how nice it would be to touch Kaveh's hair instead of actually doing it. He basks in the thought for a moment before letting it go and walking alongside Kaveh instead, the happiest packhorse imaginable. ]
They're a public service for the landship I live in, little wheeled contraptions who perform menial tasks whenever we're short a hand. National treasures, each one. She has a handful of her own creations, and tends to outfit any capable drones or robots who come aboard the ship with voice chips and AI. They're quite the bunch. Different personalities to all of them. I'm rather fond of Lancet-2 myself, although that may be my bias speaking.