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Post by jin on May 7, 2012 3:04:17 GMT -5
Still completely lost as to what was going on (but deciding he’d yell at Yong Soo for it later), Jin took the packet of scented tissues and the small pencil, wondering if the other expected him to do his makeup without a mirror.
...Not that…he wore makeup at all...or...anything...
Oooh...more testing huh? Alright then.
“...Licnep renileye dnuora gniyrrac gniod uoy era tahw? (What are you doing carrying around an eyeliner pencil?)” Jin asked, looking amused. “Tob adnik taht sa nwod uoy dennip reven~ (Never pinned you down as that kinda bot~)”
Shooting the other bot a small smile, Jin proceeded to write down the phrases he was given, looking slightly confused when he started from the end of the sentence and worked his way up instead of the other way around. He paused, looking at the sandy tip of his writing utensil and back down at what he had wrote.
‘Dog lazy the over jumped fox quick the.’ And, ‘Seashore the by seashells sells she.’ |
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Post by yongsoo on May 22, 2012 23:27:59 GMT -5
He didn’t need words with the look Jin was giving him. “And don’t judge on the eyeliner. You have no idea how many uses there is for a purple makeup pencil. It also doubles as facepaint and lipliner on Halloween.”
Looking at the tissue, Yong Soo let out a sigh of relief. “Oh thank the matrix. I didn’t break you. I just made an incy bincy mistake when I drilled. I went like .7 millimeters too deep and .3 millimeters to the right of the left port. I accidently cracked your... whatever doohicky that puts your words in order. That’ll be easy enough to fix. I just gotta open up your head and use this blow torch and soder to seal the crack.” He reached into his bag, pulling out the flame spitting instrument.
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Post by jin on Jun 16, 2012 1:19:08 GMT -5
“Tahw did uoy (You did what?)” the bot asked, bringing a hand towards his new headband. “Niaga pu uoy fi tahw? (What if you mess up again?)”
Not that he really thought Yong Soo would...but he’d already gotten one strike against him today and that put Jin’s otherwise iron clad trust on shaky ground. He stood up upon seeing the blow torch, wondering how the hell he even managed to sneak it into the building. Ooh, once he could speak comprehensibly again he was so going to figure out a way to get the security staff fired. If Yong Soo could bring in what was essentially a small flamethrower, surely someone else could smuggle in a gun or a knife or...crocodiles...
“Sgniht esoht tuo llup uoy nehw yppah ylhsikaerf os kool syawla uoy od yhw? (Why do you always look so freakishly happy when you pull out those things?” he asked, eyeing the instrument. |
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