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kylara:
"Cute?"
UJ-3-MI masks her mouth with her hand and laughs. The way it muffles the sound or her expression is quite inefficient; he wants to ask the point of such a gesture, but he needs a reply to his first question first.
"Yes, very cute."
He watches her, waiting, but she only laughs in her hand again. The inner clock tracking his mannerisms tells him that he should blink sometime in the next two minutes, so he does it now, before watching her again. The span of time in which to reasonably expect an answer eventually runs out, so he prompts her to continue. "What makes you determine that my appearance can be construed as cute?"
Her expression changes subtly, but he can't read it. He can only tell that it isn't anger, or mirth. Maybe sadness -- no, a lot softer than that, and not quite in the same spectrum.
"It isn't so much your appearance," she explains, voice soft; "Though your physical specs... you are indeed a beautiful boy."
She reaches out and touches his hair; he isn't sure why, but it doesn't hurt anything, so he doesn't move. But he has another question to ask, now, and perhaps she knows, because her eyes crinkle again.
"It's mostly because of your attitude."
"I do not understand how my attitude fits with the 'cute' denomination."
The other android, the silent one in the corner, opens his eyes and looks at him. "'Cute' denotes something that is appealing because of a certain sense of child-like appearance or attitude, or something commonly perceived as being child-like, such as unrestrained, un-hidden joy, or deep involvement in entertaining or interesting activities, or innocence. In this case I believe Mikoto referred mostly to the way you look at the world around you."
UG-7-SA blinks slowly. He guesses he can draw a parallel with the way he involves himself with things -- he isn't very good at multitasking yet, his routines aren't sufficiently established to let him devote anything less than his full attention to most new things he encounters. He fails to see how that's positive.
"Evolution has programmed humans to feel a need to care for and protect children, who are physically weak, mentally erratic and untrustworthy, even children that aren't theirs; the imperative isn't necessarily strong enough to change some adults' behavior, but many of them will give a child more leeway in many things because of their instinctive drive to take care of it until it can take care of itself."
"Ah... You make it sound so mechanical, Fugaku," MI replies with a soft sigh.
"So being considered cute means that I will gain some leeway on account of seeming to possess traits to be protected?" SA isn't sure he likes this. He was created to protect and serve, not the other way around. But he knows that he isn't finished yet.
MI chuckles in her hand again; UJ-3-FU makes a little nasal noise that he isn't sure how to interpret, but the tiny smile hints at amusement.
The female android takes over again; she is the one charged with socializing him today, and he wonders if FU is here only as a translator of sorts. He doesn't take part much. "You're cute because there is so much that you don't know, and you show no self-consciousness about looking for it, at all."
"Should I change this attitude?" SA is confused, again, and they told him it was normal and not to worry, but that doesn't make the confusion go away. He frowns, a little. "If I am to be an officer of the law, I cannot come across as child-like or it will lower my apparent trustworthiness..."
MI smiles at him, and he thinks that maybe he did something a little wrong, but he doesn't know what. "No. You're fine like this, for now. It will wear off on its own before long. Don't worry."
She touches his hair again, and he watches her, still waiting for an explanation. But she doesn't. She just keeps combing his hair with her fingers; and then she smiles a little wider and taps his cheek in a way that makes him blink in puzzlement.
"I promise. The cute will wear off, eventually. ... Maybe."
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And in case you missed it in yesterday's post, fortrishalynn:
Naruto usually takes his showers in the evening, before going to bed -- there's no use showering in the morning and then going to play all day with motors and gyros and other rusty, greasy things. Sometimes, though...
He leaves the shower stall, ears drooping, tail dripping, and wrings some of the water out of his tail. Stupid fur retains water all too well. His towel is still damp from yesterday, but it's sunny outside; he'll air-dry.
He gets back into his pants, buckles the belt over his tail and trudges out, sighing. He still has that little grasscutter-bot to fix, and then a car to soup up. Boooring. He doesn't really want to.
It's not really that it pays the bills -- he could afford not to work for a couple of days a week, because some of his big jobs really do pay well and he's got his savings, but he needs stuff to do. But stuff that boring, eh, sometimes he thinks that the loss of reputation would be worth the increased free time to look for more challenging stuff.
He knows he's not smart in a conventional way, but he understands machines, and they understand him. He can feel them.
... There isn't much to feel in a grasscutter. Maybe if he added lasers and a switchblade and some kind of voice activation system, then it could defend itself against thieves or something. And serve tea. Yeah.
The thing is, his life has no purpose. Not anymore. The only thing he has left to do is find interesting stuff to do to tide him over until tomorrow. Interesting people to talk to -- but Sakura and Tsunade are buried under burn victims at the moment, Iruka is at school, and Shika and Chouji are being responsible and working on... whatever. He's on his own.
So... being responsible would be the right thing to do. It isn't like there's really anything else on his list right now; his other current project is even more boring.
He stares at the gutted, oil-covered bot for a long time, and then he pads off past it, outside in the sun, between the piles of rusted metal of his yard, his tail leaving a trail of drops in the dust as he looks for a rusted challenge. Perhaps in his piles of aging treasures will be something that needs to be reinvented.
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In other news, still working on that chapter. It's starting to look a little better, thank yourayemars ♥ but I'm not going to post before I get the first half back from my lovely beta, because I'm still pretty sure it suxx0rs quite a bit. XD
kylara: "Cute?"
UJ-3-MI masks her mouth with her hand and laughs. The way it muffles the sound or her expression is quite inefficient; he wants to ask the point of such a gesture, but he needs a reply to his first question first.
"Yes, very cute."
He watches her, waiting, but she only laughs in her hand again. The inner clock tracking his mannerisms tells him that he should blink sometime in the next two minutes, so he does it now, before watching her again. The span of time in which to reasonably expect an answer eventually runs out, so he prompts her to continue. "What makes you determine that my appearance can be construed as cute?"
Her expression changes subtly, but he can't read it. He can only tell that it isn't anger, or mirth. Maybe sadness -- no, a lot softer than that, and not quite in the same spectrum.
"It isn't so much your appearance," she explains, voice soft; "Though your physical specs... you are indeed a beautiful boy."
She reaches out and touches his hair; he isn't sure why, but it doesn't hurt anything, so he doesn't move. But he has another question to ask, now, and perhaps she knows, because her eyes crinkle again.
"It's mostly because of your attitude."
"I do not understand how my attitude fits with the 'cute' denomination."
The other android, the silent one in the corner, opens his eyes and looks at him. "'Cute' denotes something that is appealing because of a certain sense of child-like appearance or attitude, or something commonly perceived as being child-like, such as unrestrained, un-hidden joy, or deep involvement in entertaining or interesting activities, or innocence. In this case I believe Mikoto referred mostly to the way you look at the world around you."
UG-7-SA blinks slowly. He guesses he can draw a parallel with the way he involves himself with things -- he isn't very good at multitasking yet, his routines aren't sufficiently established to let him devote anything less than his full attention to most new things he encounters. He fails to see how that's positive.
"Evolution has programmed humans to feel a need to care for and protect children, who are physically weak, mentally erratic and untrustworthy, even children that aren't theirs; the imperative isn't necessarily strong enough to change some adults' behavior, but many of them will give a child more leeway in many things because of their instinctive drive to take care of it until it can take care of itself."
"Ah... You make it sound so mechanical, Fugaku," MI replies with a soft sigh.
"So being considered cute means that I will gain some leeway on account of seeming to possess traits to be protected?" SA isn't sure he likes this. He was created to protect and serve, not the other way around. But he knows that he isn't finished yet.
MI chuckles in her hand again; UJ-3-FU makes a little nasal noise that he isn't sure how to interpret, but the tiny smile hints at amusement.
The female android takes over again; she is the one charged with socializing him today, and he wonders if FU is here only as a translator of sorts. He doesn't take part much. "You're cute because there is so much that you don't know, and you show no self-consciousness about looking for it, at all."
"Should I change this attitude?" SA is confused, again, and they told him it was normal and not to worry, but that doesn't make the confusion go away. He frowns, a little. "If I am to be an officer of the law, I cannot come across as child-like or it will lower my apparent trustworthiness..."
MI smiles at him, and he thinks that maybe he did something a little wrong, but he doesn't know what. "No. You're fine like this, for now. It will wear off on its own before long. Don't worry."
She touches his hair again, and he watches her, still waiting for an explanation. But she doesn't. She just keeps combing his hair with her fingers; and then she smiles a little wider and taps his cheek in a way that makes him blink in puzzlement.
"I promise. The cute will wear off, eventually. ... Maybe."
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And in case you missed it in yesterday's post, for
trishalynn:Naruto usually takes his showers in the evening, before going to bed -- there's no use showering in the morning and then going to play all day with motors and gyros and other rusty, greasy things. Sometimes, though...
He leaves the shower stall, ears drooping, tail dripping, and wrings some of the water out of his tail. Stupid fur retains water all too well. His towel is still damp from yesterday, but it's sunny outside; he'll air-dry.
He gets back into his pants, buckles the belt over his tail and trudges out, sighing. He still has that little grasscutter-bot to fix, and then a car to soup up. Boooring. He doesn't really want to.
It's not really that it pays the bills -- he could afford not to work for a couple of days a week, because some of his big jobs really do pay well and he's got his savings, but he needs stuff to do. But stuff that boring, eh, sometimes he thinks that the loss of reputation would be worth the increased free time to look for more challenging stuff.
He knows he's not smart in a conventional way, but he understands machines, and they understand him. He can feel them.
... There isn't much to feel in a grasscutter. Maybe if he added lasers and a switchblade and some kind of voice activation system, then it could defend itself against thieves or something. And serve tea. Yeah.
The thing is, his life has no purpose. Not anymore. The only thing he has left to do is find interesting stuff to do to tide him over until tomorrow. Interesting people to talk to -- but Sakura and Tsunade are buried under burn victims at the moment, Iruka is at school, and Shika and Chouji are being responsible and working on... whatever. He's on his own.
So... being responsible would be the right thing to do. It isn't like there's really anything else on his list right now; his other current project is even more boring.
He stares at the gutted, oil-covered bot for a long time, and then he pads off past it, outside in the sun, between the piles of rusted metal of his yard, his tail leaving a trail of drops in the dust as he looks for a rusted challenge. Perhaps in his piles of aging treasures will be something that needs to be reinvented.
+
In other news, still working on that chapter. It's starting to look a little better, thank you
rayemars ♥ but I'm not going to post before I get the first half back from my lovely beta, because I'm still pretty sure it suxx0rs quite a bit. XD
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Anyways. Lots of love for these ficlet-type things. :lovelove:
What was Naruto's purpose before? :ponderponder:
:love:
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thank you ^___^
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Welcome ^_^
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XD Sasuke's so adorable when he's confused. ♥
And Naruto building a robot that serves tea! XDD I have no idea why I find that so funny. I just do. :3
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Naruto really is that bored. Poor guy. (that and he already has a ramen-making bot. u.u)
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Glad you liked it! ^^
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It's probably sad that I would buy a lawnmower like that without a second thought.
Also, Sasuke is so very adorable. *pinches his cheek*
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It could be like a personal mini-tank... *__*
hehehe.