That's humble of you, considering you're a billion year old, twenty foot tall mechanical person.
[ Tony reaches out to rap his knuckles against the body of the cylinder, where there's a particularly garish scrape in the paint. It's a fond gesture, all things considered. ]
But I'll take what I can get, for the time being. I'm prioritizing above my paranoia - at terrible personal cost, believe me.
ohh my god this was open for ages and i never hit post comment end me
[Ratchet's mouth tilts lopsidedly, almost a smile.]
I can tell you're suffering, yeah. [He watches Tony knock on the canister affectionately, his grip on it steady.] As flattering as being an absolute last-ditch option is, I'll take as much care as I would with a regular patient. [His optics flick between Tony and the canister again, looking thoughtful.]
My bad. I always get foggy on equally unfathomably long periods of time.
[ He seems as appeased as he's ever going to get, though, and dammit, he'd be insane not to leap on a chance to glean something from a giant sentient robot. ]
I'd shake on it, but you're currently hauling my junk around and your hand is as big as my torso, anyway.
My hand is a fine size for hauling your junk around, apparently.
[Ratchet's face is utterly deadpan, but his optics flicker bright for a moment, almost teasing.]
I'm still trying to get a workspace set up. I can come to your place to hash out plans--size isn't an issue there--but for the actual hardware alterations I'll need more space.
[ He should probably stop making suggestive comments at a giant robot. Whatever. Ain't nobody the boss of him.
He just makes a noncommittal "hm" sound at that last bit, before glancing at his MID. ]
Well, somebody in the job placement department knows what they're doing, because they assigned me to engineering. I figure that'll have plenty of space.
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[ Tony reaches out to rap his knuckles against the body of the cylinder, where there's a particularly garish scrape in the paint. It's a fond gesture, all things considered. ]
But I'll take what I can get, for the time being. I'm prioritizing above my paranoia - at terrible personal cost, believe me.
ohh my god this was open for ages and i never hit post comment end me
[Ratchet's mouth tilts lopsidedly, almost a smile.]
I can tell you're suffering, yeah. [He watches Tony knock on the canister affectionately, his grip on it steady.] As flattering as being an absolute last-ditch option is, I'll take as much care as I would with a regular patient. [His optics flick between Tony and the canister again, looking thoughtful.]
Close enough, anyway.
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[ He seems as appeased as he's ever going to get, though, and dammit, he'd be insane not to leap on a chance to glean something from a giant sentient robot. ]
I'd shake on it, but you're currently hauling my junk around and your hand is as big as my torso, anyway.
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[Ratchet's face is utterly deadpan, but his optics flicker bright for a moment, almost teasing.]
I'm still trying to get a workspace set up. I can come to your place to hash out plans--size isn't an issue there--but for the actual hardware alterations I'll need more space.
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[ He should probably stop making suggestive comments at a giant robot. Whatever. Ain't nobody the boss of him.
He just makes a noncommittal "hm" sound at that last bit, before glancing at his MID. ]
Well, somebody in the job placement department knows what they're doing, because they assigned me to engineering. I figure that'll have plenty of space.