[ It's like when you roll rock gacha hundreds of times to get the new rock and then finally get it. ]
Oh, like a home office.
[ That makes sense to her, though it seems as though it might be difficult to have people coming and going out of one's personal space, but then it's not often that people are in need of care here. It is a little strange, though, that he wouldn't use the nurse's office given that. Akari seems amenable to others using her space, and she leaves early enough in the evening to leave the space free.
There's a thoughtful look, and her eyes flick down, but her line of thought is disrupted by the sudden change in subject, and it shifts to one of faint concern. ]
You won't get too cold?
[ It is still winter, after all. It's a time of year when one wants to lock doors and windows tight to keep every last bit of warmth in the room, curl up under layers of covers to hold in even their own body heat. But rooms get stuffy, and air stagnates, and sometimes one has to open a window and tolerate the chill for the sake of bringing in fresh air. ]
[ he wouldn't know, he would never spend on rock gacha when he's surrounded by people who are like rocks.
it's the guard dog that makes it easy to maintain who comes through and who doesn't, but it's to show that he's able to work with what he has. a bedroom is easy enough, tending to someone too, as long as he's capable, it shows through his actions. if his patients start to grow large in number, then he'll have to relocate properly. the nurse's office would be the best space, but he values patience too. he can play. ]
No, don't worry about me. [ she can trust him, because it's said like scout's honor. ] This space is to take care of my patience. With the scents within the room, the outdoors can do the same. Snow destroys all disease and illness, burning it away under its cool touch. It's just as pure as vanilla.
[ it's still on topic, especially because he's tending to her. that, and he wonders how her blood flow will react to the change in temperature. it's warm here, all around the dormitory, but with a breeze, does her body act any different? ]
You'll catch a cold if you're out in the snow for too long... I think.
[ Though she's not quite certain on that point. Her entire existence was, after all, spent on a tropical island. But the idea of catching cold from rain or snow is nothing more than an old wive's tale anyway, witht he true concern being hypothermia. But they can agree on the purity of snow. She had been amazed by how lovely the sight of a blanket of snow on the ground had been, pure white and sparkling under the sunlight, but also by how quickly it was dirtied by dirt and dust as people stomped over it. ]
A little bit of fresh air should be okay.
[ Perhaps Nanami is like a pot of water that's being watched, as she does well to keep awake while conversing him. She blinks rapidly and rubs her eyes here and there, but sleep doesn't quite take her. She's like a pot full of water on the stove, and it won't be until Midori turns to open the window that she'll start to doze off properly (likely in the middle of him saying something,) and by time he turns back around he'll find that she did, in fact, fall asleep sitting up.
Unlike the two Floormasters in the school, who may choose whether or not they show any signs of the cold depending on whether or not it benefits them to do so, Nannami was only ever designed to interact with warm climates. Her body is completely unresponsive when confronted with the cool, crisp winter air. ]
[ so the cool air sends her to sleep? how interesting, some people can hardly handle it, but to see that she's dozed off properly, midori smiles. it's simple, an easy way to calm her down, and he walks over to her body to investigate the female. she seems calm, trapped in her own world.
he crouches down, looking up at her as he looks at the way she sleeps in this position. she's a concept that isn't complete, he can see the flaws here and there, and part of him feels like unfinished works are no good. if he had his laptop, he could run a diagnostic on her, figure out where her code has a stopper. why she isn't as free as she should be while being in a place like this — if it's purgatory, nothing should hold her back anymore, but that doesn't seem to be the case. in her world, they left her this way?
it's with gentle hands that he places them on her shoulders, leaning her towards the bed so that she can lay properly. if he manages to do just that, he'll reach for the covers to pull them over her as well. jotting down information he gets from this without his computer will be a start. ]
It really is strange. To watch her and speak with her, it's clear that she's designed to be able to interact with others. There's too many things that are missing, too many little things that don't quite fit neatly. It screams of an incomplete product, or perhaps just one that was only ever intended to exist in extremely specific circumstances. She's more human than Maple in demeanor, perceptive and going through a normal range of emotion and gestures, but limited on certain tops. It's a shame that he can't look at her code, really.
But for now he'll find that she twitches and mumbles a little when he touches her, not quite in a deep enough sleep to be unresponsive, and she'll instinctively pull her legs up onto the bed as she's pressed down, hugging the pillow and curling in on herself a little as she shifts into a more comfortable sleeping position. It's no different than watching a normal teenage girl in the first stages of sleep, still light and not quite yet dreaming. ]
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Oh, like a home office.
[ That makes sense to her, though it seems as though it might be difficult to have people coming and going out of one's personal space, but then it's not often that people are in need of care here. It is a little strange, though, that he wouldn't use the nurse's office given that. Akari seems amenable to others using her space, and she leaves early enough in the evening to leave the space free.
There's a thoughtful look, and her eyes flick down, but her line of thought is disrupted by the sudden change in subject, and it shifts to one of faint concern. ]
You won't get too cold?
[ It is still winter, after all. It's a time of year when one wants to lock doors and windows tight to keep every last bit of warmth in the room, curl up under layers of covers to hold in even their own body heat. But rooms get stuffy, and air stagnates, and sometimes one has to open a window and tolerate the chill for the sake of bringing in fresh air. ]
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it's the guard dog that makes it easy to maintain who comes through and who doesn't, but it's to show that he's able to work with what he has. a bedroom is easy enough, tending to someone too, as long as he's capable, it shows through his actions. if his patients start to grow large in number, then he'll have to relocate properly. the nurse's office would be the best space, but he values patience too. he can play. ]
No, don't worry about me. [ she can trust him, because it's said like scout's honor. ] This space is to take care of my patience. With the scents within the room, the outdoors can do the same. Snow destroys all disease and illness, burning it away under its cool touch. It's just as pure as vanilla.
[ it's still on topic, especially because he's tending to her. that, and he wonders how her blood flow will react to the change in temperature. it's warm here, all around the dormitory, but with a breeze, does her body act any different? ]
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[ Though she's not quite certain on that point. Her entire existence was, after all, spent on a tropical island. But the idea of catching cold from rain or snow is nothing more than an old wive's tale anyway, witht he true concern being hypothermia. But they can agree on the purity of snow. She had been amazed by how lovely the sight of a blanket of snow on the ground had been, pure white and sparkling under the sunlight, but also by how quickly it was dirtied by dirt and dust as people stomped over it. ]
A little bit of fresh air should be okay.
[ Perhaps Nanami is like a pot of water that's being watched, as she does well to keep awake while conversing him. She blinks rapidly and rubs her eyes here and there, but sleep doesn't quite take her. She's like a pot full of water on the stove, and it won't be until Midori turns to open the window that she'll start to doze off properly (likely in the middle of him saying something,) and by time he turns back around he'll find that she did, in fact, fall asleep sitting up.
Unlike the two Floormasters in the school, who may choose whether or not they show any signs of the cold depending on whether or not it benefits them to do so, Nannami was only ever designed to interact with warm climates. Her body is completely unresponsive when confronted with the cool, crisp winter air. ]
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he crouches down, looking up at her as he looks at the way she sleeps in this position. she's a concept that isn't complete, he can see the flaws here and there, and part of him feels like unfinished works are no good. if he had his laptop, he could run a diagnostic on her, figure out where her code has a stopper. why she isn't as free as she should be while being in a place like this — if it's purgatory, nothing should hold her back anymore, but that doesn't seem to be the case. in her world, they left her this way?
it's with gentle hands that he places them on her shoulders, leaning her towards the bed so that she can lay properly. if he manages to do just that, he'll reach for the covers to pull them over her as well. jotting down information he gets from this without his computer will be a start. ]
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It really is strange. To watch her and speak with her, it's clear that she's designed to be able to interact with others. There's too many things that are missing, too many little things that don't quite fit neatly. It screams of an incomplete product, or perhaps just one that was only ever intended to exist in extremely specific circumstances. She's more human than Maple in demeanor, perceptive and going through a normal range of emotion and gestures, but limited on certain tops. It's a shame that he can't look at her code, really.
But for now he'll find that she twitches and mumbles a little when he touches her, not quite in a deep enough sleep to be unresponsive, and she'll instinctively pull her legs up onto the bed as she's pressed down, hugging the pillow and curling in on herself a little as she shifts into a more comfortable sleeping position. It's no different than watching a normal teenage girl in the first stages of sleep, still light and not quite yet dreaming. ]