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[sketchycharacter]

[Presented (mostly) without comment]


AN ARTIST'S RENDERING OF CURRENT ROBOT DRAMA

[This has been a courtesy shitposting interlude.]

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[sketchycharacter]

I have no idea.

[The inner lives of robots are a mystery to him.]

Yeah, well, I don't recall you complaining.

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[tearsinajar]

Well...maybe give it a go?

Uh, kinda hard to with your tongue shoved halfway down my throat.

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[sketchycharacter]

Maybe. [Probably not.]

Pretty sure you weren't even trying, the way you put your hands—uh, places that probably shouldn't be discussed in public.

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[tearsinajar]

Oookkkayyy. Subject change.

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[sketchycharacter]

Agreed.

Anyway. Movie night. I'll let you know when they decide. You can come by and if you don't want to watch the movie, interview them on what it's like to be a robot or something.

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[tearsinajar]

Movie night. Right.

I'm sure we can make it work.

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[sketchycharacter]

Yeah. Yeah, we can.

[In more ways than one.]

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[tearsinajar]

Keep me posted. But until then, don't go pissing off the big guys.

I still like you enough to want you to stick around.

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[sketchycharacter]

[He just grins, and she can probably hear it in his voice.]

I'll do my best.

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[tearsinajar]

[ She can, and it makes her smile in return. ]

Good.

We'll talk more later, Nate.

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[sketchycharacter]

[If this were video, he'd totally wink now.]

Count on it.