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Post by jin on Mar 9, 2012 1:40:29 GMT -5
Jin trudged through the busy streets of the Western Sector’s shopping district, tugging impatiently at Yong Soo’s sleeve as the other dragged him around the smaller boutiques, stepping into every other one to chat up the salesclerk and leaving without bothering to buy anything. While Jin really didn’t mind any of this (the clothes were nice to see), the fact that Yong Soo was currently testing out a new ‘nekomimi’ accessory on him was a little embarrassing. People kept gushing over them and wanting to touch them for some odd reason – honestly, humans were frightfully easy to amuse. Not to mention the ears had an odd side effect of forcing the wearer to emit a ‘nya’ at the end of every sentence; all of this really wasn’t very becoming for the bot of such an important figure.
“I thought you already found the right outfit to advertise these new cat ears with, nya,” Jin sighed, said attachments twitching to match his mild irritation. “Why are we still window shopping? It’ll be dinner in a few hours and I haven’t prepared anything for daddy to eat. He might starve and end up a withered husk in the dining room and it’ll be all my fault, nya...”
Either that, or he’d return to charred remains where their house used to be. He knew what tended to happen every time Arthur tried to cook. The worrying Omelet Incident of 2XXX came to mind... |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 10, 2012 1:08:58 GMT -5
Yong Soo was soaking up all the attention. The clothes shopping had just been a ruse. Really he wanted to see how the ears would do. And the ears were reacting the exact way he’d been hoping. They were responding to Jin’s emotional data just as they should. At least what he knew of the bot’s emotional data made it seem like the flicking ears and slightly puffed tail went with the slight annoyance and exasperation he was sure to be feeling.
“Captain K knows better than to cook by himself. I mean, remember that omelette thing a few years ago? It was on the news for months. Not to mention all the money spent in property damages. Besides, it takes like three weeks for a person to starve to death.” Yong Soo reached up and gave the ears a gentle tug. “How are the sensors working? Can you feel everything with your ears?”
Tugging Jin down the street to yet another store, he paused. “Ohhh, lookit those hot pink boy shorts. Let’s try here next Jin.” Before the other bot could say a word, Yong Soo had dragged him inside.
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Post by jin on Mar 10, 2012 1:29:03 GMT -5
Although he knew Yong Soo’s nickname for his owner was in reference to all the ships he owned, Jin could help but connect it to a certain other Captain K...and the idea was amusing, if not highly improbable. His cheeks puffed slightly, as did his tail, when the other brought up the news coverage that followed Arthur’s cooking failures – there were late night parodies of the incident still being watched on GooTube.
“Ow! Yes, I can, and that hurts, nya,” Jin grumbled, trying to tug away from the Korean’s surprisingly strong grip.
As he was seriously considering giving the other’s fingers a much needed nip, Jin was once again forcibly pulled into a small store, hearing nothing but Yong Soo’s excited exclamation of, ‘pink boy shorts’. Instinctively making sure that his jeans were still on, the smaller bot staggered into the boutique and looked around, silently wondering what sort of fresh hell he’d just been dragged into. Anyplace that sold such horrible articles of clothing shouldn’t even be allowed to access a permit.
It took him a few moment to calm down before Jin realised they were actually in a store that sold bots and...some rather interesting accessories. The nekomimi set he was currently demoing would certainly be at home here…
((Following this post, the post order is: Kiku, Yong Soo, Jin))
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Post by minty on Mar 10, 2012 2:15:10 GMT -5
"Irashaimase!" A pair of voices, one distinctly louder than the other, called out from the far end of the store's expanse.
Kiku fiddled with the sleeves of his yukata and heaved a quiet sigh when his sensors picked up the entry of the store's first two customers for the day. Business had been running slow since the start of the week, most likely due to the delay in this month's shipments from the East, though he could not deny that the down time it provided came as a welcome relief.
After the hurricane of activity that exploded from the store's opening in this sector, Kiku could not help but wish they'd have just let him stay at the main branch where he wasn't required to interact with too many people too often. Being sent to the new store and assigned as the main demo model was no fun at all.
"Hey, could you go and see what they wanted? I'm still busy doing inventory here," the recently hired sales clerk, the one who was most definitely not really doing inventory as she was probably texting some of her teenaged friends, asked.
The dark-haired bot silently nodded and bowed before making his way out of the backroom to face the reality that his reluctance to talk to strangers was an irrelevant matter in this situation. He quietly stepped into the front to greet the newcomers once more, pausing only shortly when he noticed the pair of feline ears resting atop the head of the other.
"Anou," he hesitantly began his introduction while pointedly trying to ignore the sudden urge to reach up and touch--
"W-welcome to our store. My name is Kiku, how may I help you?" |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 11, 2012 19:12:26 GMT -5
“This is an interesting store.” Yong Soo’s head spun around looking at the various displays. “It’s kinda like walking into an anime. Your ears fit right in here Jin.” He grinned and began looking at some of the outfits that hung up. “Ohhh look it Jin. Maid’s outfits~ Those would actually be perfect for your ears. Cat maids are popular right now, right?” Granted it was a bit 2005, but classics were classics.
Yong Soo’s eyes turned to the storekeeper that came to greet them. It seemed like he was a bot working for the store. “Hello, we’re just looking around at the moment. Trying to figure out an outfit for Jin here.” Yong Soo gestured back to his grumpy looking companion. “Seeing as this seems to be an area of your store’s specialty, which do you think the ears would look better with? Maid? Schoolgirl slash boy? Nurse or maybe some kinda cosplay since this is gonna be really popular with that subculture?”
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Post by jin on Mar 11, 2012 21:49:52 GMT -5
Jin’s attention was brought from the cute, quirky little displays to a third Asian bot that stepped out from somewhere in the back. He looked a bit nervous, and quiet, much like he was when he first began living with Arthur). However, unlike Mister Kiku, Jin wouldn’t be caught dead in that get up. Even with Arthur insisting he dress in ‘traditional Chinese garments’ half the time, nothing on God’s green (and blue!) earth would be able to make him wear socks with sandals.
...Just. No.
“’M not wearing any of those in public, nya,” Jin muttered, making a point to step behind Yong Soo once he noticed the new bot’s fingers start to twitch. He’d had enough random weird people walking up to him with their greasy grabby hands and trying to touch his ears. |
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Post by minty on Mar 12, 2012 0:00:36 GMT -5
A test. That's what this had to be.
That woman back at the headquarters probably wasn't too convinced about his performance on that last quality check even though he made it a point to pass every single trial run that came after.
She was probably trying to trip him up, make it so that she could finally convince her superiors to agree to disassembling him but he wasn't just going to let that happen now was he?
His eyes met the golden gaze of the bot that was hiding behind the other and a spark of determination ran through him in the few seconds of silence that followed.
All the more Kiku was determined to step up and make this sale.
"M-meido? Ah--" he hummed in contemplation, trying hard not to reel at the images that it brought to mind. He touched a panel on the glass display nearby and brought up the shortcut menu to access the store's database.
Light flashed behind his own blank eyes as he ran the keywords "neko" and "mimi" through the search engine. To be doubly sure, he also ran the search in the product provider's native languages. Nearly a thousand hits returned, albeit, few were not listed under the NSFW, and R18 tags.
Kiku felt a headache coming on, if that was even possible.
"Th-there are," he paused to think of a more decent way to say it but nothing came to mind, "-a number of choices from our catalog that match your query."
"However I've managed to narrow it down to a few choices from our Bokaloid module selection in the Project Diva line," he finished explaining and brought out a 3D holographic image of the outfits he was talking about for the other two to see.
Diva Nyanko (にゃんこ)
KAITO Nekosaiba (ネコサイバー)
and
EXTEND Punkish (パンキッシュ)
"Ah...," Kiku faltered, trying hard not to look any of them in the eye at the moment.
"Un-unless y-you would like a complete list of the uh... H-series selection?"
Suddenly disassembly did not sound like such a bad idea. Quietly awaiting their response, Kiku wondered if it was too late to run away and dive under the blankets in his display window to hide. |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 17, 2012 19:00:50 GMT -5
“Ohhhhh.” Yong Soo studied the holographic models that popped up. “I didn’t think of Bokaloid. That has all kinds of fans. It’ll be tons more popular then a simple cat maid.” the Korean patted Jin’s ears, smiling as they again twitched.
“Nah, the Hentai tentacle stuff isn’t needed. Captain K would kill me if I put Jin in anything rated higher than pc-13.” rubbing his chin, Yong Soo peered at each Bokaloid hologram. “The Manish Miku version seems a touch too plain. And the Len version would make Captain K throw me in the brig of one of his ships. I like the second option though. The KAITO version. But can we get it with red accents instead of blue accents? Red suits Jin a lot better.”
The store bot seemed helpful enough, albeit a bit timid. Vaguely Yong Soo wondered if there were human workers or if he was the only one working.
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Post by jin on Mar 18, 2012 22:44:12 GMT -5
Jin wasn’t sure what embarrassed him more – the fact that the storebot was scrolling through outfits that would be deemed illegal in certain countries, or that Yong Soo stroking the ears actually felt quite good. He’d just blame it on both.
“Hey, why don’t I get a say in any of this?” he protested, tail looking a bit fluffier than before. “And like, don’t you have anything that’s a little more modest than half a tank top and some hooker pants? Seriously, what kind of store is this?”
Comparing Yong Soo’s choice to the other two however, Jin had to admit it had more coverage that the punk version, and was a lot cuter than the overall option. If given a choice (which, obviously, he wasn’t), he’d prefer to hightail it out of there, uninstall the nekomimi program, and sunbathe for a few hours on Arthur’s patio.
“...I do look good in red though,” he admitted, looking up thoughtfully. “And I hear those gloves are kind of in this season...Good call, nya.” |
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Post by minty on Mar 18, 2012 23:56:09 GMT -5
Kiku blushed at the praise but the small smile that had managed to find itself on his lips melted into a grimace when the cat-eared victim customer decided to ask a question.
"Seriously, what kind of store is this?”
Had he the courage to give a sincere reply to the query then perhaps it would have been something along the lines of "and do you honestly think I really want to be here doing this right now?" in a deadpan voice, however the best he could muster was an unblinking stare. The kind of look livestock would probably give the reaper whilst asking to be put out of their misery.
Kiku shot a baleful glance at the door leading to the backroom where the person whose actual job it was to handle these things hid. Alas, it didn't look like she was coming out anytime soon. He sighed and turned back to the two customers.
Well, he thought, at least they didn't make him go through the H-catalog anymore.
"Hai. We do have the red variation in stock right now. This series comes in three basic primary colors and we do accept orders for customization in case you already have a particular color palette you want in mind," another glance at the backroom as if wondering it would be wise to step back in there.
"I would have to go retrieve the actual product from our storeroom since we did not put the red version on display however," Kiku touched a corner on the holographic display and the visuals adjusted to the color that was asked for, "this is what the default Akaito red would look like, Sir," he concluded. |
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Post by yongsoo on Apr 1, 2012 21:45:42 GMT -5
“Those aren’t hooker pants. THOSE are hooker pants.” Yong Soo pointed to the Len model’s short shorts. “And I know what you look good in and what you’ll wear Jin. Or at least, what you won’t wear. Have a little faith. My skills go beyond just my program designs.” Ruffling the bot’s hair and giving the ears a scritch.
“Yeah, that red looks good. I want him to try it first just to make sure everything fits. Does this store do custom fitting as well or is that something we’ll need to see a tailor for?” During his last couple of weeks with Jin the Korean had discovered that most pants for the Chinese bot needed some adjusting in the hip area. Not to mention these pants would also need a slit for his tail with the nekomimi mod.
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Post by jin on Apr 2, 2012 23:18:50 GMT -5
Jin’s eyes flashed a bright gold as he added a snapshot the blonde’s short shorts into his morgue file, just in case he ever needed to remind himself of what not to wear. It rarely happened, but with all the new viruses out, one could never be too sure. He rolled his eyes at the Korean’s added comment – while he respected Yong Soo as a designer, he doubted the bot had too many talents that fell beyond that realm, at least, from what he’d seen.
Knowing that his protests were falling on deaf ears, Jin quietly crossed his arms and allowed the other two to finish their business, hoping that he’d be able to function through whatever blinding humiliation was sure to follow. He eyed Yong Soo’s hand warily as it reached up to scratch his ears yet again, unwilling to admit that each time felt more pleasurable than the last. However, before he could stop himself, Jin was pressing his face completely into the Korean’s palm, a low purr rumbling from the back of his throat as his tail swished back and forth.
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Post by minty on Apr 3, 2012 4:49:40 GMT -5
Smiling to himself, half in amusement at the golden-eyed bot's adorable response to his ears being scratched and half in astonishment at how smooth the sale was going so far, the Japanese bot nodded an affirmation to the last question that had been asked.
"Yes we can take care of any sizing adjustments you might need however, as we've just opened the store in this sector, I'm afraid we would have to forward your orders to our main branch for those services," Kiku explained.
He gave the two a small bow and turned before he could allow himself to be any more distracted by the unintentional display of affection in front of him.
"Ah, I will go get the sample then so he could try it on," he managed to awkwardly blurt out an excuse before disappearing into the backroom.
True to what he said, the storage area wasn't quite as neat or as presentable as the front of the store was, with piles of plastic-covered products lining the floor, waiting to be sorted into their respective shelves, and half a dozen boxes still stacked up on top of each other left unopened.
Hoping the lazy employee that was hiding in here would at least help him find the right box to get the clothes from, Kiku knocked on the door before opening it.
The teenager looked up from her cellphone's screen and eyed the store's bot with curiosity as he stepped into the room and showed her the holographic image of the customer's order. She shrugged and pointed to one of the stacks of clothes, still covered in bubble wrap, before going back to texting whoever it was she had been texting since that morning.
Well, at least he knew where to start looking.
With a small sigh Kiku bent over and began digging through the pile of clothes in search of the requested outfit.
That damn useless NPC... Kiku'll be back out to be with you guys in the next post~ |
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Post by yongsoo on Apr 23, 2012 0:57:22 GMT -5
Yong Soo couldn’t keep from giggling at Jin’s display. “I did better with this then I thought. Your reactions are perfect for the sensory input you’re getting. Either that or you like me more then you think.” the Korean bot teased, scratching at what he though might be a particularly sensitive spot.
“Okay, that’s cool. Let’s try things on and see how it looks. The main store can deliver the modified clothing to my place right?” That wouldn’t be a big deal. There would still be at least a week of compiling data before the mod when public, public. And any extra fees couldn’t be too bad if they needed express delivery.
After a few long minutes of Kiku in the bat, Yong Soo began to fidget. “It’s taking him a long time. Think he’s the only one here? It’s weird. Most stores don’t have a bot running all by himself in a store.”
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Post by jin on Apr 26, 2012 21:35:01 GMT -5
It took Jin about two minutes to realise what he was doing, and another minute to realise he hadn't yet stopped.
"S-Stop," he sputtered, halting the other's hand before he was subjected to any more horrible unwanted happiness. "I don't see why you have to experiment with functions like that in such a public area - it's something best saved for home, don't you think? ...And I assure you, that previous behaviour was solely because of your application," he added with a faint blush.
Jin tuned out the conversation between the other two, preoccupying himself with pulling the loose threads from Yong Soo's sleeve. It was a little frustrating for them to make all these decisions without his approval, but he supposed he wasn't supposed to have an opinion on these matters anyway. He was interrupted from his distraction by a very good question from the Korean.
"...D'you think it's alright to check on him?" the bot asked, ears twitching. "Maybe he accidentally shut himself off or somethin'." |
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