Hello, Daylight. It’s good to hear from you again.
I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific. As an android, I’m capable of many things — as an android of my specific model type, I’m capable of even more. What do you mean by “do”, exactly?
[ daylight is almost sidetracked from his original question, but, thankfully, his nagging first question is enough to have him refocus the conversation at hand.
just enough, with a lot of emphasis on 'just' since that is a very slim margin. he makes sure to ask connor what he meant by 'specific model type' in the future, because is this detective related work? it must be detective related work! how cool is-
ahem. ]
Like- What did Astoria let you do? [ for (an awful) example: ] I can glow. I can glow in different colours.
so familiar that it's frustrating for day that he can't make the connection, the request ping acknowledged and, yet, unrecognised no matter how hard he tries to remembered where he heard that before.
it's... it's earth related, he knows that much. earth related and something...? ]
Okay- Um- I know I'm going to, like, sound super dumb and I'm super sorry for that but- What's a canidae?
[ and that wakes up poor meddy from their daily nap. an event made evident by the shrill squeal that comes from the background, soon followed by a ‘thump’ of something falling to the ground and the angry beeps of the meddroid trying to get up. ]
[The reaction to the noise blasting into his audio processing is immediate: Connor holding the arm with his watch clasped onto his wrist away and out, while the rest of him leans away. As if Daylight had just screamed into his ear, though he's not here. He hears shrill noises following-up the exclamation, that which he can only assume is Meddy having a conniption fit.]
I-
[That basically startled him, various subroutines having kicked up into gear automatically at the suddenness of external input.]
Is everything all right over there?
[IS MEDDY OK]
thank you, thank you! and this is a tag that was here three days ago, i swear.
[ does the offended and tinny screech in the background give an idea of how meddy is? does it? because it should give an idea of how infuriated meddy is to have their naps interrupted.
while the angry sounds become fainter and fainter, hinting to meddy zipping away from daylight's location, daylight's voice stays ridiculously cheery and loud. not loud as it had been seconds earlier - thank goodness, if only for connor's sake - but there's still an undeniable booming quality to his words: ]
We're fine! We're fine, I swear! We're okay! Right, Meddy? [ more angry beeps, which daylight annoys so he can continue to speak.
daylight sounds breathless, no doubt still winded from his happy bellow. ] I'm just- Wow! You never told me you can turn into a dog!
[ uh oh, his voice is rising into a promise of another scream.
[Oh yes, that tiny screech is a good indicator of just how offended poor Meddy is. But there's hardly much Connor can do about it at this point, especially as the sound becomes further away, and Daylight's voice seems to garner the majority of his attentions.]
It just never came up in conversation before now. But, well... would you like to come over and have me show you?
at this point, connor could possibly hear daylight vibrate from is end of the device. ]
Eeeeeeee-! [ who knew daylight is capable of making such a human sound? certainly not poor daylight's vocoder, straining under the sheer glee he's sounding off in the wake of hearing connor's offer. ] Can I? Can I, Connor? Can I can I can I?
I mean! Long as this isn't too weird or annoying or anything to you, can? Can I can I can I?
Holding on the watch from his face once more, though pre-emptively this time. He was right in being met with an exclamation that makes even his own audio processors shake with alarm.]
Of course you can, Daylight. I wouldn't have asked otherwise. Come meet me in my room.
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I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific. As an android, I’m capable of many things — as an android of my specific model type, I’m capable of even more. What do you mean by “do”, exactly?
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just enough, with a lot of emphasis on 'just' since that is a very slim margin. he makes sure to ask connor what he meant by 'specific model type' in the future, because is this detective related work? it must be detective related work! how cool is-
ahem. ]
Like- What did Astoria let you do? [ for (an awful) example: ] I can glow. I can glow in different colours.
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Oh, you mean the powers she's given us. Glowing in different colors sounds very interesting, and I imagine it's definitely a sight to see it the dark.
[And he's sure it has its uses if one really gets creative.]
I can turn into creatures from the Canidae family. At least, an android version of them -- fitting, I guess.
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[ huh. that sounds familiar.
so familiar that it's frustrating for day that he can't make the connection, the request ping acknowledged and, yet, unrecognised no matter how hard he tries to remembered where he heard that before.
it's... it's earth related, he knows that much. earth related and something...? ]
Okay- Um- I know I'm going to, like, sound super dumb and I'm super sorry for that but- What's a canidae?
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Don't worry, it's not a stupid question. I should have been more specific, or spoken in layman's terms.
Basically, I'm able to turn into canines. Dogs, wolves, foxes. That sort of thing.
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dogs dogs dogs.
dogs dogs dogs.
dogs dogs dogs. ]
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there’s a quick intake of breath. a sign that daylight is still there.
and then… ]
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9/9; DONE... FORGIVE ME.
this is the best combo i've ever gotten
I-
[That basically startled him, various subroutines having kicked up into gear automatically at the suddenness of external input.]
Is everything all right over there?
[IS MEDDY OK]
thank you, thank you! and this is a tag that was here three days ago, i swear.
while the angry sounds become fainter and fainter, hinting to meddy zipping away from daylight's location, daylight's voice stays ridiculously cheery and loud. not loud as it had been seconds earlier - thank goodness, if only for connor's sake - but there's still an undeniable booming quality to his words: ]
We're fine! We're fine, I swear! We're okay! Right, Meddy? [ more angry beeps, which daylight annoys so he can continue to speak.
daylight sounds breathless, no doubt still winded from his happy bellow. ] I'm just- Wow! You never told me you can turn into a dog!
[ uh oh, his voice is rising into a promise of another scream.
connor- stop him!! ]
no worries at all!
It just never came up in conversation before now. But, well... would you like to come over and have me show you?
[Does this count as "stopping" him?]
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it kind of makes it worse?
at this point, connor could possibly hear daylight vibrate from is end of the device. ]
Eeeeeeee-! [ who knew daylight is capable of making such a human sound? certainly not poor daylight's vocoder, straining under the sheer glee he's sounding off in the wake of hearing connor's offer. ] Can I? Can I, Connor? Can I can I can I?
I mean! Long as this isn't too weird or annoying or anything to you, can? Can I can I can I?
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Holding on the watch from his face once more, though pre-emptively this time. He was right in being met with an exclamation that makes even his own audio processors shake with alarm.]
Of course you can, Daylight. I wouldn't have asked otherwise. Come meet me in my room.
[Where he happens to be right now!]
I'll be glad to show you.
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Ohhh— That’ll be awesome! I’ll go there right now!!
[ and off daylight goes!
it won’t be long until connor gets an overly excited teenage robot at his door. ]
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Connor?
Um— Where’s your rooms, Connor? I don’t think I visited your place before.
[ and he’d like to avoid being rude and crashing in someone’s room, again. ]
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There's no immediate answer to the new message. But if Daylight is standing in the corridor, lined with rooms, one will open-- and out steps Connor.]
I'm here, Daylight.
[From down the hall, voice projecting accordingly.]