#call VERSE.name(nil)

[arbiteriii]

@tottieroll starter request confirmed.

Okay, so it had probably been a while since Todomatsu last encountered this entity. Mayhap he'd have forgotten all about him, or believed he got killed or arrested for something.

But no; none of that happened. The android was once more in the park, acquiring a bench for himself merely by looming over the couple sitting in it and waiting.

They moved. Oh BOY, did they move. They were out of there within moments of being caught in the web of his steely gaze. But now that he was sitting, alone for that little while, he didn't look all that intimidating.

Just tired.

...If an android could GET tired, that is. That tired look was now directed at Todomatsu, waiting to see what he was there for.

「...What.」

[arbiteriii]

@settamaroon4 starter request confirmed.

「Disgusting.」

Thus spoke an android, cold and flat in tone, standing over what appeared to be a dead thing of some ilk. Such a sharp statement would mean no amount of empathy was given. Such is to be expected of one man-made machine.

And yet after a moment's pause, staring down upon the poor empty host of what was once a spark of sentience, he finally stooped to gather it up.

His self-contradictory actions did not end there, of course. For,  knowing full-well that this thing was dead, he did in fact SPEAK to the small corpse.

「I believe one would expect you to be buried. As if it would matter.」

And yet, despite the judgmental wording, he planned to do just that. Because to him, at the very least, burying a corpse rather than leaving it out so would better suit the environment's best interests. Every biome needed its sustenance, after all.

The android had just stood and turned on his bare heels to go perform this potentially unceremonious burial, when suddenly he stopped. And then he sent a long, unwavering stare in the direction of the new face that entered his field of vision.

[arbiteriii]

↳ @goofbcll liked the thing for a starter

The android did possess some level of curiosity. And it’s just as well-- for if he hadn’t any, he might never have met Hunk.

At any rate, he had eventually taken to wandering this strange and foreign place which served as Hunk’s home (possibly??? That is, hadn’t heard the human use that term yet, but one might readily assume--) and stumbled upon an area in the residential quarters that had him at odds with the place: the cafeteria.

He stared at a series of dispensers, and then at what appeared to be their controls. He knew there would be little harm done by pressing any of the buttons in this room. After all, he knew a kitchen when he saw one and knew doubly that nothing would blow up. That was the only reason why he’d be so inclined as to hit the switch that stood out to him most. If he had been more dubious about its purpose, he would have laid off.

He first heard the chirp of confirmation sounded from speakers somewhere above, and then a wet splortch below. Looking to the source of that second sound, the android could make out what he might only want to describe as ‘a thick green substance’. At any rate, he found it revolting.

Little else stirred in the vast and empty cafeteria room. The only thing there was a lost android glaring menacingly at a pile of green goo on the floor.