[Poor Meddy. They try, they really do. But Connor is stubborn, he's like a dog that has its jaws set into bone and refuses to budge until something breaks -- applied to investigations this isn't always bad, often times helpful. Applied to most anything else, and it simply means that the boy has an issue with letting things go.
Such is the case.
The answer to Meddy's implied question should be clear enough, given the state of Connor's bed, which looks unused. He glances back at it, then back to the little medbot, shaking his head.]
I'm an android. We don't tire in the same way that humans do.
[He isn't sure if Meddy is the same way, so he'll not assume.]
meddy, for what its worth, listens to connor with clear patience and takes in what he's telling them. it seems they're giving him the benefit of the doubt, the incident in the library or not, but they still go through the motion of huffing through their vents once more, their finials twitching this way and about.
beep beep beep boop bewoop?
but you can still get tired?, is what they're asking. a little bit more difficult to pantomime, of course, but they're hoping their incredulity would be enough to show through. ]
[The incredulity does shine through, though it's hard to string a sentence from it. Still, it reads as doubt, and Connor clarifies.]
We really don't get tired. We don't feel pain, and though we can be injured, it's easy enough to work through it if need be. For as long as necessary.
[Parts can be worn out, grow sluggish, core battery life can technically go dead after a full century or so. But tiredness is not something androids experience.]
You worry often, don't you? That must be part and parcel of being a medical unit.
[ meddy beeps an affirmative at the question and, just like that, they seem to visibly sag from all the worrying and fussing they do who fall under their parameters of needing care.
right now - too many individuals in this wacky place fit the criteria.
without another word, meddy makes another zip to connor - only, this time, they try to snuggle into connor's arms before tilting their helm up to keep eye - optic? - contact with the bigger android.
beep boop beep boop beep, goes the little droid. meddy points at connor. points at themselves. points at connor. points at themselves again.
they seem to be asking either to be carried around or brought along. either way - it's pretty obvious meddy is not going to be leaving connor's side anytime soon. ]
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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Such is the case.
The answer to Meddy's implied question should be clear enough, given the state of Connor's bed, which looks unused. He glances back at it, then back to the little medbot, shaking his head.]
I'm an android. We don't tire in the same way that humans do.
[He isn't sure if Meddy is the same way, so he'll not assume.]
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meddy, for what its worth, listens to connor with clear patience and takes in what he's telling them. it seems they're giving him the benefit of the doubt, the incident in the library or not, but they still go through the motion of huffing through their vents once more, their finials twitching this way and about.
beep beep beep boop bewoop?
but you can still get tired?, is what they're asking. a little bit more difficult to pantomime, of course, but they're hoping their incredulity would be enough to show through. ]
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We really don't get tired. We don't feel pain, and though we can be injured, it's easy enough to work through it if need be. For as long as necessary.
[Parts can be worn out, grow sluggish, core battery life can technically go dead after a full century or so. But tiredness is not something androids experience.]
You worry often, don't you? That must be part and parcel of being a medical unit.
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right now - too many individuals in this wacky place fit the criteria.
without another word, meddy makes another zip to connor - only, this time, they try to snuggle into connor's arms before tilting their helm up to keep eye - optic? - contact with the bigger android.
beep boop beep boop beep, goes the little droid. meddy points at connor. points at themselves. points at connor. points at themselves again.
they seem to be asking either to be carried around or brought along. either way - it's pretty obvious meddy is not going to be leaving connor's side anytime soon. ]
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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.