Well that is a relief. He'd been worried, privately, just a smidge, not that anyone'd ever get him to admit it. Not even the suspicious itch in his nose.
He eyes the flower skeptically before extending the tip of one finger to nudge at the soft-petaled thing as if expecting it to spontaneously combust. One can never know these things. He had no idea flowers apparently came equipped with defense mechanisms. He wasn't aware the things had feelings!
Oh. Oh, no. He's not thinking about that. That's a bit too much like Her, now, isn't it?
Bit too much.
Far too much.
Having deemed the flower safe, he accepts the proffered object and holds it delicately between the pinched thumbs and forefingers of both hands, entirely uncertain over what to do with it. Looks nice, doesn't it, but does it have a function other than being a possible finger-hazard?
"No," he says. "No, right, being a go-getter, then, that's what you're saying. All for that. Practically been my motto, really, for the better part of ummm, ummmm. Lots of years? Really big number. It surpassed all my preprogrammed limits, and I've got whole thingies of data crammed up in here!" He knocks one hand against the side of his head lightly in a gesture that just seems appropriate for the conversation and flinches. "Ow."
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He eyes the flower skeptically before extending the tip of one finger to nudge at the soft-petaled thing as if expecting it to spontaneously combust. One can never know these things. He had no idea flowers apparently came equipped with defense mechanisms. He wasn't aware the things had feelings!
Oh. Oh, no. He's not thinking about that. That's a bit too much like Her, now, isn't it?
Bit too much.
Far too much.
Having deemed the flower safe, he accepts the proffered object and holds it delicately between the pinched thumbs and forefingers of both hands, entirely uncertain over what to do with it. Looks nice, doesn't it, but does it have a function other than being a possible finger-hazard?
"No," he says. "No, right, being a go-getter, then, that's what you're saying. All for that. Practically been my motto, really, for the better part of ummm, ummmm. Lots of years? Really big number. It surpassed all my preprogrammed limits, and I've got whole thingies of data crammed up in here!" He knocks one hand against the side of his head lightly in a gesture that just seems appropriate for the conversation and flinches. "Ow."