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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Jun 14, 2012 2:39:08 GMT -5
Ivan patted her hair before nudging her shoulder, wanting her to get up so that he could pull himself from the couch with all of the knee-creaking he knew would accompany it. That was the curse of his age, he thought, in addition to the damage sustained during the incident, for lack of a better non-descriptive word. Even if she wasn't supposed to have legitimate emotional capacity, he still felt like he ought to at least attempt comforting her and reminding her that he was here for her, even if she technically had no use for any sort of therapeutic remedy for whatever could potentially ail her.
"Oh... anythink woult be fine, I suppose." He shrugged, figuring that she couldn't exactly mess up a meal. She was a bot after all, a companion bot, and cooking seemed to come hard-programmed. "Do not trouble yourself over it~ I know you will make somethink delicious." Ivan gave her another gentle nudge, trying to silently indicate that he wanted to get up. Well, he didn't want to, but he knew he had to. That was the difference. |
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