[ he's so confused . . . what is your deal, miyamura . . .
makoto just happens to be very tactile, okay!! he doesn't put much stock into spur-of-the-moment contact, as it's just enough to keep his companion from blowing a casket, barely maintaining enough unspooled diffidence to keep his own wits intact as he becomes a front row spectator to santa droid's ubiquitous fall from grace (not half as dramatic as he's making it sound, but whatever). it lands with a graceless thud on asphalt, oozing out fizzling sparks as if they'd induced anaphylactic shock into its hardwired circuits.
a few seconds afterwards, he retracts his clasp with a relieved sigh when they don't automatically bite the dust on premise alone?! that sure was a close one, what with the possibility of mechanized self-combustion all too imminent in these trying, trying times. makoto gives his head an emotionally-compromised shake, shifting his weight back onto his heels. ]
Oh, well, not really? I don't think I understand what you mean.
[ one social extreme or the other, sure. he gestures (un)meaningfully to the bot casually dying on the ground. ]
I don't think it'll attack anyone anytime soon. [ a pause. ] Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?
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makoto just happens to be very tactile, okay!! he doesn't put much stock into spur-of-the-moment contact, as it's just enough to keep his companion from blowing a casket, barely maintaining enough unspooled diffidence to keep his own wits intact as he becomes a front row spectator to santa droid's ubiquitous fall from grace (not half as dramatic as he's making it sound, but whatever). it lands with a graceless thud on asphalt, oozing out fizzling sparks as if they'd induced anaphylactic shock into its hardwired circuits.
a few seconds afterwards, he retracts his clasp with a relieved sigh when they don't automatically bite the dust on premise alone?! that sure was a close one, what with the possibility of mechanized self-combustion all too imminent in these trying, trying times. makoto gives his head an emotionally-compromised shake, shifting his weight back onto his heels. ]
Oh, well, not really? I don't think I understand what you mean.
[ one social extreme or the other, sure. he gestures (un)meaningfully to the bot casually dying on the ground. ]
I don't think it'll attack anyone anytime soon. [ a pause. ] Are you okay? You didn't get hurt, did you?