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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[ 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. ]