Or maybe it’s the other way around. Regardless, he’s never had this happen, a bot nudging itself into his arms, but on some strange instinct, Connor obliges.
And stands there for a moment, not sure how to proceed.]
[ beep beep!, is meddy's answer. judging by how cheerful it sounds - and the fact their finials are twitching in a content manner - that seems to be their plan.
if connor is going to go running around, tending to sick individuals - well. fine. meddy can't do much since they're only three feet in height and, on a good day, eight pounds. there's only so face their bossiness and beeping can go when you're not an established medroid.
the very least they can do is stick by his side and make sure everyone is getting proper care. ]
[ hello kettle. the tiny pot reaches out with a tiny fin of theirs. this is a little bit difficult, given their size and the angle and all, but meddy does their best to try and give connor a good whack for being rude.
-except it's clear that meddy is pulling their punches.
the most they do is give a gentle 'bop!' at the tip of connor's nose. a bop that's accompanied with a not-too-sharp 'beep!' of theirs. ]
[The little bop connects, and of course it wasn’t quite what Connor was expecting. He just stands there for a moment, looking at Meddy, parsing this reaction in his head.]
Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.
[But there’s something overtly fond about the gesture, he thinks, though his analysis can’t quite pin down why. A reasoning behind Meddy being concerned, unlike anyone really has been before. He smiles.]
Let me try again — I appreciate your presence very much, Meddy.
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Or maybe it’s the other way around. Regardless, he’s never had this happen, a bot nudging itself into his arms, but on some strange instinct, Connor obliges.
And stands there for a moment, not sure how to proceed.]
Sorry… you want me to carry you?
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if connor is going to go running around, tending to sick individuals - well. fine. meddy can't do much since they're only three feet in height and, on a good day, eight pounds. there's only so face their bossiness and beeping can go when you're not an established medroid.
the very least they can do is stick by his side and make sure everyone is getting proper care. ]
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Still, instead of exasperation, he looks down at the little bot with a faint smile.]
You’re very stubborn.
[Pot, meet kettle.]
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-except it's clear that meddy is pulling their punches.
the most they do is give a gentle 'bop!' at the tip of connor's nose. a bop that's accompanied with a not-too-sharp 'beep!' of theirs. ]
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Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.
[But there’s something overtly fond about the gesture, he thinks, though his analysis can’t quite pin down why. A reasoning behind Meddy being concerned, unlike anyone really has been before. He smiles.]
Let me try again — I appreciate your presence very much, Meddy.