Finally writing a sample for destinystrings app

[prototype_blues]

... I'm not really one for being impatient but.

Finally.

[A huff from him as he adds one more thing.]

There's no need for you to keep mentioning my hair either, mun.

Comments

[controledfreak]

[Mouse over the bobbing icon for a quick translation. o/]

Vanity. Yet another human emotion that I have yet to understand.

[prototype_blues]

Uh... Pretty sure it's not vanity.

[Look at his glorious pomp, srsly LOOK AT THAT HAAAAIR... the mun just thinks it's hairlarious]

[controledfreak]

[Fashion will be forever lost on Eldritch terrors, sadly...]

Then what else could it be? I have not heard of any better reason to become worried of one's own appearance.

[prototype_blues]

It's more... I don't care. My mun does.

But she's weird.

[controledfreak]

And... you care that she cares?

[prototype_blues]

Only when it becomes bothersome, like now.

[controledfreak]

Explain.

[prototype_blues]

Explain?

[He can't really... think of a way to explain it other than what he just said, Miss Horrorterror.]

:D!

[controledfreak]

How can an elaboration of your hair become a hindrance? Is she grabbing you by it and preventing your movement? I would advise complete removal if that is the case.

Re: :D!

[prototype_blues]

No, she's not doing that. It's more... She pays way too much attention to it when she really shouldn't.

It's just hair after all.

[He ain't saying nothing about chopping it off. It wouldn't grow back if he did that.]

[controledfreak]

So why do you care?

[prototype_blues]

It's distracting.

[controledfreak]

...



You're embarrassed.

[prototype_blues]

No.

[he is, not that he would ever admit such a thing.]

[controledfreak]

Hehehe...

HEHEHEHE...

[prototype_blues]

[Stares]

... What's so funny.

[controledfreak]

You are so easy to read. Even easier than most humans.

[prototype_blues]

... I'm not anything like a human.

[controledfreak]

Are to.

[prototype_blues]

[He'll just sigh, he is not getting into a back forth.]

Whatever.

[controledfreak]

Though this is the first time I met one composed of alloys and not carbon.

[prototype_blues]

... That's because humans aren't made of those. I'm a robot.

[controledfreak]

Huh, I thought you were just weird.

Can I touch you?

[prototype_blues]

[What.]

No... No touching.

[controledfreak]

It would only be for a second. I want to feel your natural frequency.

[prototype_blues]

Yeah... no.

[Just do it, he's never going to say yes.]

[controledfreak]

[But that would violate her principle of being an orderly abomination D:]

Why not?

[prototype_blues]

Because I said so.

[controledfreak]

That is not a reason. That is a desire. It only provides an assertion of what you want. As such, I could state clearly that I desire to have what I wish be of greater importance than your own. In this case, it would elevate our disagreement from words to action, If that were to occur, the one who has the greatest power and will would prevail.

And I would win.

[prototype_blues]

[Sighs once more, and he rubs his face with a hand.]

I don't... like? Being touched.

[Not the truth, but honestly he has been avoiding close contact for so long in his life that this is strange new grounds for him!]

[controledfreak]

This is still within the realm of desires. What does that mean to me?

[prototype_blues]

Doing something a person doesn't like, or is uncomfortable with, is a bad thing.

Or something, I don't know. I'm not the best with others.

[controledfreak]

[She cackles at this.]

I am a horrorterror. My very existence qualifies as a "bad thing."

[prototype_blues]

[He blinks at that, not that she can see it.]

It doesn't seem to be doing anything bad at the moment though.

[controledfreak]

That's because I am taking great pains to have a minimal effect on present reality. I don't like meddling if I can allow it.

[prototype_blues]

... Okay?