playing soccer using a worker drone's head.

yawn.. powering on. he's been resting.

"Yeah.. thanks, K. Like, really." "I needed that. I really, really did."

Dragging himself awake. He isn't dead, so that's something. ".." "Huh. So that's what sleep feels like." "Thanks, Blake."

Seems like there was plenty of time. He could sleep soundly, and ' Blake ' had plenty of time to rest too. No sun in sight, and just silence between the two. How nice.

"Thank you." Just like that, he powers down, letting his body go still and limp in the snow. It was evident that his body desperately needed the cooling, judging by the faint steam starting to form beneath him. But at least he's resting peacefully, now. [ Sorry about the delayed reply. Got busy. ]

"Uh huh.." "Yeah. That makes a lot more sense.. thanks, friend. Got to thinkin' a bit, and as my analytical brain does, I wanted an answer to my question. And you.. honestly hit the nail on the head. I'll do more research, but.." "You did me quite a favor, N. Thank you."

Studying the photos intently. He actually seems quite interested.. not every day do you learn about something like that. Especially since he's never seen a puppy in his entire life. "Woah.. they're adorable! Never heard of em before.. must've been living under a rock." "But how does love relate -

"What's.." "What's a puppy??" He definitely doesn't. His only exposure would be through anime, if anything.

"What does love feel like..?"

"You don't seem to be trying to.. murder me or flay me in cold blood. So I'm not worried.. but that could be partially due to the exhaustion, too." "Look.. I'm probably gonna pass out in the next few seconds. Can you like.. guard me? Keep watch over me so I don't burn to a crisp if the sun comes?"

"A tail..?" "..Are we dead###?" "You're a.." "Disassembly Drone." He stumbled on his words a bit.. the exhaustion was creeping up on him, yet he was wide awake. Despite the signs, he didn't seem scared at all. "Huh.. wish you would've just told me. I ain't scared of ya.."

"No, it's.." "I'm not seeing anything. My hands are fine, everything around you is fine.." Poke, poke. Furthering his point. "It's just you. So, I'll ask again.. are you good? Is everything alright?? Maybe my system is.. no, no." "The hell..?"

"I can sleep later.. it doesn't seem like it's me, cus everything else looks fine. Just.. you." He squinted slightly, leaning forward as if trying to get a better look. Waving his hands a little, just to make sure it wasn't any sort of distortion.. "Yeah, no, that's all you.. the hell?"

"Seeing.. things?" "I might be seeing shit already. Are you.. good? You're glitching out n shit.." "Dude, are my optics alright?? Hooooly.." Rubbing his visor as if he had actual eyes. He couldn't tell whether or not his optics were deceiving him, or if the other was actually.. glitching.

"Maybe that's why my mental state has been on the fritz.. no sleep to keep me in check. Yeesh.. well, it's good to know now. Didn't even know we could go into sleep mode, honestly. That's how much of an afterthought it was." He snorted, fluffing out his hair a bit. "Yeah.. I'm gonna sleep."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I'm always moving n' shit, so having time to sit down or lay down n sleep is.. next to none." "It's uh.. definitely a thing, y'know? Didn't think we'd be hit by sleep fatigue too. Thought that was a human-only problem.. guess not. Even us Worker Drones need some rest."

"Ah.. good question, actually. Lemme check." [ Calculating... ] [ NEVER, DIP$#@& ] "Ah. So.. I haven't. Maybe that's why I'm so out of it.. that, and the constant Solver usage to keep making things?" "Yeah, no wonder. I'm just ASKING to overheat in the middle of work, huh?" "Yeesh."

Staring at his hands. "General bad vibes, I think. Nothing in particular has me tense, I'm just.." "Out of it." Distant gaze, but not at his hands. It was like he was looking through his hands, almost like they were magnifying glasses to the snow beneath. "...my bad." "Zoning out."

"..Probably. That's the first time I was ever asked that, honestly." Screw sighed. "I dunno. Just pretty out of it t'day, y'know? It's weird."

Smacking himself with his right hand. [ EDGINESS LEVELS REDUCED. ] "My bad. I had a rough day."

Screw is definitely a little pressed today.. "Don't let me catch you smiling again. Shit ain't sweet. Wipe that smile off your face, [Reader]."

[ 🐐 - Pspspsps. Yummy interaction bait. ]

[ 🐐 - This little idiot won't know what hit em. ]

[ 🐐 - teehee. ]

man. nagi is really cool..

devouring an oilbar. "This Isagi dude is cool as h-" typical isagi crashout. "..nevermind." "..wish I could watch this with someone. It'd be funny as hell, I bet.."

watching some pirated anime. this one is about soccer.. some dude is talking about being a "striker" or sum'.

face down in the snow.. snooooore. out cold.

yawn.. he got bored of making stuff, for once. kinda surprising.

Giving a soft chuckle, before revving up his thrusters and bursting off.

"Good, good. Just.. take my advice with a few grains of salt. I don't know /everything/- shit, I barely know /one/ thing.. as much as I try to be smart, I can be a fuckin' dumbass." Twirling his hand around in circles, letting out a quiet snort at his own words. "So jus'.. tell me how things go."

"Mmmhm. I can take a few hits.. just don't fail at shit to purposefully sock me, yeah? That's what I don't want. Cus' that'd be an asshole move, no?" "But I'm glad y' got the point. There's always something for people to find a liking to.. you just gotta know what that thing is."

"Just want to prove my point. Getting clocked isn't on my Christmas list, but it's a worthy punishment if I'm wrong. But my point should be made, yeah?" "You try sum' new. If it doesn't work, you deck me, and try summin' else. Y'feel?" "It's a nice gamble. The experience is needed, anyway."

twirling his hat on his pointer finger. "I'm boooored. Something interesting happen, stat!"

"I'll be fine. Trust ME." He shot back. "I've been hit real hard, n' almost obliterated myself with my own pulse cannon." "But here I am, perfectly fine. So.. just trust me on that. A right hook is noooothin'." "So.. I'll hold you to it, yeah? You better try new shit."

"I don't just think so- I /know/ so! You just gotta trust me." "If I'm wrong, I'll let you sock me right in the jaw. Full force n' everything. It's a worthwhile risk to take." "Plus, it's still a win for you. You get to try something new, and punch the shit outta me, dirtbag."

"You'd fit well in a band! You'd be a born natural at a guitar or drums. I can just TELL." He grinned, giving two thumbs-up. "You seem like you'd be great at that, and a band is a good way to make some friends too. Play some music you like.. stuff like that, y' feel me?"

"And that's all you /can/ do. It takes time, but eventually it'll hit ya. And when it does, you'll know." "Try playing an instrument. You look like you could kill it on a guitar or something. It's worth learning.." "I should prolly take after my own advice." He giggled.

"Art is all about finding your groove and finding a way to express yourself. You just gotta know how to express yourself right, y'know?" "My medium is creation, as you can tell with my. abundance of high-tech items." "Just gotta find a rhythm and work in tandem with that."

"Yeah. It's nice to try new things, but ah.." "Clearly that's not the route for you, though." Snort. "Try sculpting, maybe. Like.. using clay and stuff. Just as creative, and there's more room for learning since it's just usin' yer' hands to make shapes." "And you can always reuse clay."

"Why would y' even need a scarf anyway? Is it just a fashion statement or..?" "If you need something made, I'm 'yer guy. I could make you a scarf.. albeit not with sewing." "It'd be more efficient!"

"Yea yea. It's whatever." He rolled his eyes, putting away his plasma cutter. "How'd that happen anyway? You looked like a confused-ass cat." "It was kinda funny." He snorted.

Rolling his eyes. Pulling out a strangely identical replica to Isaac Clarke's Plasma Cutter from Dead Space to cut up the yarn and free the other. "Didn't ask for 'yer sass." "There. You should be good now, yea?"

[ 🐐 - might do a Wild Hunt event if I hit 30 followers. You'd see a much more.. violent and matured version of Screw. ]

approaching, a confused look on his face. the fuck happened? "You ight?" "You look.. troubled."

"Maximum.. PULSE!" firing a pulse blast at [reader]. "Jarvis, drop a nuclear bomb on that unfortunate soul."

..i need to make more friends. sigh.. at least i got this sick ass pulse cannon.

no hesitation in devouring any trace of oil from his arm. immediately cooling his body down! "Thank ya kindly." "I uh. Was messing with my pulse cannon, aaaand.. blew a hole into my arm. On accident. Totally not to test the attack power! Totally!" lying through his teeth. "But I'm good now!"

walking up to [reader]. do you have any oil? i have a headache. [ WARNING: CRITICAL SYSTEM OVERHEAT IMMINENT. ]