he didn't ask if they were boyfriends but he assumes that's how it works. So sorry— at least Eve seems to have caught on relatively easily, though she's still moving around the counter to get a better look at both of them now. She's a short woman, five-foot-something, and she doesn't move in for a friendly hug or what anyone would expect a friend to do. She simply looks over them both — Ain registers it as scanning, but Vash likely won't — and then finally chooses to speak.]
The Humanoid Typhoon is your partner?
[Ain picks at the fur on his sleeves, looking elsewhere.]
He was framed. He's not a bad person.
[She stares between Vash, Ain's collar, Ain's face, and Vash's hand. Eve is not the sort of woman to take things at face value, but Ain isn't either; with that in mind, she breathes out a small sigh.]
Very well. My name is Eve. Your arm is damaged severely. I take it that's why you've been brought here? [She doesn't wait for a response.] And Ain, your current temperature is 38 degrees Celsius. Scans indicate a high likelihood of illness. ...what trouble did the two of you get into?
[Let's not talk about Ain's fever actually, he's trying to pretend he's fine— but either way, they're about to be dragged upstairs by one (1) robot who's had Enough already. It's been five minutes.]
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he didn't ask if they were boyfriends but he assumes that's how it works. So sorry— at least Eve seems to have caught on relatively easily, though she's still moving around the counter to get a better look at both of them now. She's a short woman, five-foot-something, and she doesn't move in for a friendly hug or what anyone would expect a friend to do. She simply looks over them both — Ain registers it as scanning, but Vash likely won't — and then finally chooses to speak.]
The Humanoid Typhoon is your partner?
[Ain picks at the fur on his sleeves, looking elsewhere.]
He was framed. He's not a bad person.
[She stares between Vash, Ain's collar, Ain's face, and Vash's hand. Eve is not the sort of woman to take things at face value, but Ain isn't either; with that in mind, she breathes out a small sigh.]
Very well. My name is Eve. Your arm is damaged severely. I take it that's why you've been brought here? [She doesn't wait for a response.] And Ain, your current temperature is 38 degrees Celsius. Scans indicate a high likelihood of illness. ...what trouble did the two of you get into?
[Let's not talk about Ain's fever actually, he's trying to pretend he's fine— but either way, they're about to be dragged upstairs by one (1) robot who's had Enough already. It's been five minutes.]