Otome adds quite a bit to the ship's atmosphere. Shigemichi does not.

Otome and Shigemichi, finally.

💭 Somebody just rejected my generosity.

(¬‿¬)

If you kill someone, they might skip cold sleep and just eject you into deep space. Sorry to disappoint, but I am still "someone."

Hahaha, whatever.

If it makes him feel better, I can live with it. Usually he takes it out on Sha-Ming, but sometimes I push too far.

I just said it's a me problem.

Sorry, I'm asexual.

I could design him for war. I could remake him.

We'll end up taking the brunt of the fallout. Thank you for that. I love being locked in a small space with a testosterone addled young adult hopped up on rage juice. He punches really hard. Did you know that? Sometimes he bites.

The programming is deeply ingrained. However, he isn't stupid. If he believed it, he wouldn't get so angry. Anger is the second stage of grief. First is denial.

𝘈 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘮 𝘤𝘺𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. This is all so painfully inconvenient, but there's only one way this goes.

"I already said I have nothing to say."

I have nothing to say.

...........

No. Next question.

Can you speak like a normal human being?

It is indeed morning.

I love you Raqio Gnosia

😒

I said what I said.

Sorry, I spaced out thinking about Remnan in the bunny outfit.

:I

Data suggests Sha-ming would kill himself before killing someone else. Courtesy of Yuri.

AU where we're normal and didn't try to kill eachother.

How very predictable of you. Falling to your baser instincts. You make me sick. Get away from me.

I spent 11 hours decorating that cake and it took her all of 4 seconds to shove her hand into it, and mutilate it, like some kind of dirty animal.

Getting a message like, "there is no gnosia presence detected on board" is a bad joke. But I can't expect a machine to understand humor.

That's your solution to everything.

Well? Hurry up, I don't have all day.

I don't particularly care about you, if that makes you feel any better.

Right. That day I told him I was disappointed in him, and he started crying. Oh well. If you and him can agree on this motion, I won't object. If I'm gone, he'll have one less thing to worry about. Then maybe he'll start concerning himself with his own survival over pleasing me.

You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter to me. Listening to Sha-Ming never led anyone astray after all.

Oh, I see. You're one of those brute force types who can exercise every muscle except their brain.

Blink, motherfucker.

Your pleas fall upon deaf ears. I back down for no one and nothing.

Doubtful.

Yeah, I'm still not sorry.

I'm not sorry.

Oh yeah, I did do that.

I'm not trying to kill you.

No, but since I'm here... ( Gesticulating. Neck slicing motion. )

Yeah, our interpersonal relationships are far healthier and more stable.

I am not made of porcelain and glass, and I do not need you to defend me.