Hm? What is going on over here? The human named Dexter is taking a nap, it seems. Well, not that he could be blamed. A lot had happened and it was probably rather exhausting being on this train. R.N.A. couldn’t help but get closer to the strange display, considering how… detailed it looked. At least on one side. The other was oddly pristine. It was like a look in the lives of two opposites. They took a look at the photos strung along the corkboard. What a nice, artsy piece! It definitely complimented the room’s cluttered feel.
Well, to be fair, it was more that they couldn’t refrain from picking up the dirty laundry that littered the floor and dropping it into the hamper. To a robot like R.N.A., there was always time to tidy up! They could at least collect it into one pile, if the hamper didn’t exist in this display. Otherwise, it would be going straight to the hamper.
Of course, this was going well, until a rogue damp shirt decided to slip from R.N.A.'s metallic grasp. They attempted to reach for it, but they were unable to prevent the dirty rained-on shirt from landing on Dexter’s face with a wet slapping noise. R.N.A., unsure of how to react, simply stood there in what could be construed as shock. Maybe Dexter was a deep sleeper?
Well, they had to hope that was the case, as they tried to peel the shirt away from his face without waking him up. Their expression was firmly “T T” at their blunder.
