[ that makes the two of them. if nothing else, makoto's grateful he isn't trapped in close quarters with yet another cuckoo bird of the demented variety. he's had way too many encounters with trigger-happy killers and derisive poltergeists to ever shed the phobia in the indefinite future. not all robots are bad — his own boss happens to be an android himself — and he's never expressed any outward intent to eviscerate makoto where he stood, which was a positive in his book.

his companion's a bit different from the rest (a sense of humor, for one thing). if they weren't dodging blocks for their lives, he might've indulged him for a round of pleasantries. as it is, he cuts corners, warily scanning the ceiling for any impending sign of blocks. ]

Um, there was this one time when ViVid malfunctioned, and the colony and the game sort of melded? It was kind of weird, but I had a friend look out for me [ with an inhuman amount of artillery and combustive firearms at-hand is the key underlying note here ], so I was able to make it through that ordeal alright. I don't think others were as lucky that time.

[ gaze crawling back to assess wheatley, his expression scrunches into comparative bewilderment. ] So, wait ... how were you able to move in the first place? Were you one of the robots that did camera surveillance?

[ sorry, the blue hal-esque light sort of reminds makoto of a camcorder's lens?! forgive him, he isn't the most tech-savvy person around. ]