[A quiet, low laugh escapes Otto and two of the actuators dip themselves a bit closer to Norman. Their jaws are open, the white-blueish light within a pleasant shine.]
What, these old things? [Making light of the compliment was the first instinct to dawn on him, oops. He takes on a more serious tone soon after, though.] I hadn't expected to ever see them again. Not after the way they were... torn from me, half a year ago.
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21/10/22 15:57 (UTC)What, these old things? [Making light of the compliment was the first instinct to dawn on him, oops. He takes on a more serious tone soon after, though.] I hadn't expected to ever see them again. Not after the way they were... torn from me, half a year ago.