Abel Lazarus
Abel Lazarus “There’s no one to return it to. She’s.” Breathe Abel. “She isn’t here.”
“…What do you mean? Fenna is right over there.” R.N.A. points in the direction of Fenna. That’s who Abel was talking about, right? Did Abel think Fenna was left behind in the last car? Definitely not.
Fortunately, R.N.A. can. Logic is a robot’s best friend and ally.
Abel Lazarus He moved to attempt to fight being steadied but he’s too woozy to Actually do so. Jerking out of the way would have just send him onto his butt and then we’d all be faring much worse.
Yeah. R.N.A. will remember that.
If this coat is causing so much emotional turmoil for Abel, then perhaps R.N.A. should put it away for a little bit. Out of sight, out of mind!
…They don’t have any real storage space. At least nothing big enough to fit an entire coat in.
They settle for covering it in a bunch of letters until it can’t be seen any more. They’ll tidy that up, later. It’s gone, now. So Abel should be fine. That’s how this works… isn’t it?
Abel Lazarus It’s. Almost worse he’s realizing he doesn’t actually want the coat Gone exactly.
“It’s not here, now. Are you alright?” R.N.A. asks. The coat is gone, regardless of what Abel actually wanted from it. But not really. All it takes is a few letters pushed away and it will re-appear.
Letters. Wonder how many of those a secretary has to handle?
…You know, now is a good time to offer one of those hugs, maybe.
“Do you want… a hug? From me?”
“T T” was the expression worn on R.N.A.'s screen. R.N.A. was not pleased with this at all. It seemed like all they were to Abel was a problem. First they had let Abel get hurt by that awful cat robot, now they had let Abel get incredibly upset because of their disregard for privacy. They had to make up for this some how. Some how.
“I’ll… do anything to make you happy.” The words came out before R.N.A. could fully process that perhaps “anything” was too vague. Of course they wouldn’t do anything anti-social or kill someone, but they could do anything else.
