Never heard of it. And yeah, I got that part based on the state of it. I'm asking if you want it upgraded. Claw fingers, can opener, artillery, things like that.
[He's ASKING and not just DOING because Eve is here, were Eve not here he'd get pushy about this. Let him play with ur cool cybernetic arm—
But Eve is quick to shut all of that down, and Add's ears flatten back over the top of his head as she barks at him to stop harassing their guest.]
Add, enough. Ain brought him here to get his arm repaired, not to have you add things to it. Go fix the issue with Grid A, please. I'll meet with you in two hours.
Let me guess, Ain is dragging all of us off to dinner in two hours.
Ain is ill and, hopefully, resting upstairs in his room. If you wanted to have everyone join him there for dinner, however, you could just say so.
[As Add scrambles off of the desk, he gets red. Like, red-red, like he's been rapidly sunburned kind of red. And he sputters for a moment, and then shoves his hands in his pockets, and then storms off with a comment thrown over his shoulder:]
Absolutely not! I was asking so I could avoid his dumb ass!
[And then he's gone, walking through the workshop off to his own space somewhere in the far back of it. Bye he has to not think about Friendship.]
...I apologise for that. Add doesn't mean you any harm.
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[He's ASKING and not just DOING because Eve is here, were Eve not here he'd get pushy about this. Let him play with ur cool cybernetic arm—
But Eve is quick to shut all of that down, and Add's ears flatten back over the top of his head as she barks at him to stop harassing their guest.]
Add, enough. Ain brought him here to get his arm repaired, not to have you add things to it. Go fix the issue with Grid A, please. I'll meet with you in two hours.
Let me guess, Ain is dragging all of us off to dinner in two hours.
Ain is ill and, hopefully, resting upstairs in his room. If you wanted to have everyone join him there for dinner, however, you could just say so.
[As Add scrambles off of the desk, he gets red. Like, red-red, like he's been rapidly sunburned kind of red. And he sputters for a moment, and then shoves his hands in his pockets, and then storms off with a comment thrown over his shoulder:]
Absolutely not! I was asking so I could avoid his dumb ass!
[And then he's gone, walking through the workshop off to his own space somewhere in the far back of it. Bye he has to not think about Friendship.]
...I apologise for that. Add doesn't mean you any harm.