[ there's the sweet pitter patter of tiny feet coming down the ferry, hurried, and it's almost a mystery in the fog what the source is...
until a familiar robot, dressed cutely, comes toddling down to step on solid ground. in his hands, yoru is holding a medkit - it's almost as big as him? but he is gamely carrying it - but he looks like he's been a little through it.
he's not fucked up, at least! but he could do with some cleaning, probably, considering the scuffs and dark marks on his white metal. some buffing out of scratches and scrapes. all superficial.
that doesn't change the fact that he looks very distressed and maybe a little traumatized. but he's fine! ] Aaaa...
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until a familiar robot, dressed cutely, comes toddling down to step on solid ground. in his hands, yoru is holding a medkit - it's almost as big as him? but he is gamely carrying it - but he looks like he's been a little through it.
he's not fucked up, at least! but he could do with some cleaning, probably, considering the scuffs and dark marks on his white metal. some buffing out of scratches and scrapes. all superficial.
that doesn't change the fact that he looks very distressed and maybe a little traumatized. but he's fine! ] Aaaa...