"Pod 153," 9S repeats. Just in case the guy really actually didn't get it the first time.
What's with the arm, anyway? He would've expected a fae magic replacement to be organic, not metal. He didn't think mechanical appendages was a thing?
"My cool job is working as a scout for the Nightrunners. You know, checking out the worlds before the rest of the Carnival enters it? That kind of thing." He loves it! He has a great boss! And he was literally made for that sort of thing! But his next words are decidedly less enthused. "...Aaand repairs, I guess."
9S wipes his fingers on the hem of his shirt before he salutes, left hand over where his heart would be, if he had one. The effect is totally lost when he has a box of popcorn held in his right hand.
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What's with the arm, anyway? He would've expected a fae magic replacement to be organic, not metal. He didn't think mechanical appendages was a thing?
"My cool job is working as a scout for the Nightrunners. You know, checking out the worlds before the rest of the Carnival enters it? That kind of thing." He loves it! He has a great boss! And he was literally made for that sort of thing! But his next words are decidedly less enthused. "...Aaand repairs, I guess."
9S wipes his fingers on the hem of his shirt before he salutes, left hand over where his heart would be, if he had one. The effect is totally lost when he has a box of popcorn held in his right hand.
"I'm 9S. What's your name?"