[ The squeeze was returned, and... the AI was at a loss for why. Instinct or muscle memory left over from the Professor? ]
[ That was something he was becoming more aware of, after all; that... despite the fact the Professor had left him without memories of romance, or intimacy, it was only the conscious memories of particular times or people involved, what Professor Turo had thought or felt. ]
[ His robotic body would still follow impulses he could not know as if he always did. Perhaps it was something that had been out of the Professor's purview when he was designed... After all, one would assume removing the conscious memories would be enough to erase it all, right? ]
Mm, the Professor was like that as well, but sometimes even his prowess could not make up for not having the right material on hand.
[ Despite the Terastal Crystals being what they were, you could only do so much with them, unable to magic material from thin air. ]
[ He leaned, slightly, against the taller man, their shoulders more connected than not as they walked... And he let out another sheepish chuckle. Should he admit this now...? ]
Well... perhaps.
[ Some part of him, within his internal systems, noted he was compromised at the moment. Something external was affecting his behaviour. Lending him to be more... bold? No. Not the appropriate term here. Acting on some desire he did not himself understand yet. Soothing over possible anxieties and concerns that would prevent him from acting as he was now. ]
Admittedly... I had been thinking, as the time is soon up on our 'free rent' at the apartment they gave us, if ... we [ And he hoped it was 'we' ] should consider moving to another location with more space and rooms.
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[ That was something he was becoming more aware of, after all; that... despite the fact the Professor had left him without memories of romance, or intimacy, it was only the conscious memories of particular times or people involved, what Professor Turo had thought or felt. ]
[ His robotic body would still follow impulses he could not know as if he always did. Perhaps it was something that had been out of the Professor's purview when he was designed... After all, one would assume removing the conscious memories would be enough to erase it all, right? ]
Mm, the Professor was like that as well, but sometimes even his prowess could not make up for not having the right material on hand.
[ Despite the Terastal Crystals being what they were, you could only do so much with them, unable to magic material from thin air. ]
[ He leaned, slightly, against the taller man, their shoulders more connected than not as they walked... And he let out another sheepish chuckle. Should he admit this now...? ]
Well... perhaps.
[ Some part of him, within his internal systems, noted he was compromised at the moment. Something external was affecting his behaviour. Lending him to be more... bold? No. Not the appropriate term here. Acting on some desire he did not himself understand yet. Soothing over possible anxieties and concerns that would prevent him from acting as he was now. ]
Admittedly... I had been thinking, as the time is soon up on our 'free rent' at the apartment they gave us, if ... we [ And he hoped it was 'we' ] should consider moving to another location with more space and rooms.