[He shrugs a shoulder, rolls his eyes, and pats the drone.]
It was... reasonably sound. While I'm working on current projects I still... thought having an original would be a good idea. If only it was viable to get the whole collection.
[ He isn't convinced!! He's gonna bring out the sliver of humanity you have in you, Robotnik, or die trying. Anyway, both of Gintoki's kitsune tails flick at the request before he walks (rather, saunters, curse his Cordis blood) to the counter and talks to the barista. Something about the conversation seems from, an outsider, that he's flirting, and his typically red eyes— now gold during this time of the moon— are glowing faintly. No credits are exchanged.
Once he's finished, he steps back and gives Robotnik a rather sly smile, arms crossing over his chest. He makes his way back over. ]
I don't typically trick minds, but the cost here is a little steep.
[Robotnik watches him, rolling his eyes when he notices that he's getting all flirty with the barista. He shoots the drone a look of the "looks into the camera like on The Office" variety.]
He is not, [he mutters. He did not come out here to watch people flirt, dammit.
But then Gintoki comes back with an explanation and and Robotnik can't help but be, to an extent, impressed.]
Only during this moon phase. Yeah, I'm pretty cool, right? Don't worry, I wouldn't use it on you.
[ Probably not, at least. Anyway, might as well get comfortable at a little table while they bring out the lattes. Looks like Gin got the barista's number written on his cup too. Damn. He really couldn't have done it without being a kitsune, though. Those dead fish eyes couldn't attract anyone..
.. You know, besides the fact he's got protagonist privilege and all the supporting characters wanna link up with him, but that's whatever. ]
[ Gintoki.. slowly lifts a thumb, gesturing to himself. He knows damn well this won't work. After all, the robots work for free and are efficient, but.. there's just something a lot more warmer about having an actual person to help you. Maybe.
Even if the person has lifeless eyes. ]
I dunno. You don't seem that scary. Like.. someone who would need security, but I don't know.
[The mere idea of a bodyguard makes him roll his eyes, but what really makes him almost choke on his coffee from scoffing is the whole gesturing to himself thing.]
Are you just that desperate, or what?
[That's the only logical explanation, right? He's so desperate to... hang out with him, that he wants him to hire him to? Or something?]
I probably won't need the security for more than just, I don't know, the errant weird creature that shows up. But just in case, I prefer something with the ability to analyze threats efficiently. Something I built.
I never said I wasn't desperate. It's my job. Well. All the jobs are my job, actually.
[ All he's trying to do is get Robotnik to allow him to help with various things so he can hit him with a ridiculous bill. It's a little sneaky, but that's what capitalism is. ]
Well, your jobs don't involve me, so don't even try.
[He might not know the actual Motivation here, but also he has no need to hire anyone for things his robots can do!! Anyway, he sighs and focuses on his latte again.]
Of course it's impressive. These are some of my best work, the highest in efficiency. They do everything I tell them to, no question.
[He looks from Gintoki to the drone and back. Not that he hasn't already been planning to make more, as well as have some sources for things, buuuuut on the individual level? Hmm.]
Not sure yet. I'd need to figure out materials, labor... an equivalent to what I make back home...
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Wow. It's got your eyes.
[ Though, Gintoki strokes his chin and looks back over at Robotnik. ]
Taking my advice, huh?
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It was... reasonably sound. While I'm working on current projects I still... thought having an original would be a good idea. If only it was viable to get the whole collection.
[It is, unfortunately, not.]
So, let's just get this over with.
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.. Or, you know, they were lonely.
[ LOOKING DIRECTLY AT ROBOTNIK. ]
Right. What kinda latte do you like? My treat.
[ He's a cheapskate, so this is kind of a big deal. Maybe. ]
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[AND IF HE WAS LONELY HE WOULDN'T TELL ANYONE SO THERE. He gives him a pointed glare, then clears his throat.]
Mmm, large, with goat milk. Space goat milk. Whatever.
[He gets... different results in different places.]
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[ He isn't convinced!! He's gonna bring out the sliver of humanity you have in you, Robotnik, or die trying. Anyway, both of Gintoki's kitsune tails flick at the request before he walks (rather, saunters, curse his Cordis blood) to the counter and talks to the barista. Something about the conversation seems from, an outsider, that he's flirting, and his typically red eyes— now gold during this time of the moon— are glowing faintly. No credits are exchanged.
Once he's finished, he steps back and gives Robotnik a rather sly smile, arms crossing over his chest. He makes his way back over. ]
I don't typically trick minds, but the cost here is a little steep.
[ CHEAPSKATE. ]
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He is not, [he mutters. He did not come out here to watch people flirt, dammit.
But then Gintoki comes back with an explanation and and Robotnik can't help but be, to an extent, impressed.]
That's a thing you can do, huh? Sounds... useful.
[Why doesn't he get useful things, huh???]
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[ Probably not, at least. Anyway, might as well get comfortable at a little table while they bring out the lattes. Looks like Gin got the barista's number written on his cup too. Damn. He really couldn't have done it without being a kitsune, though. Those dead fish eyes couldn't attract anyone..
.. You know, besides the fact he's got protagonist privilege and all the supporting characters wanna link up with him, but that's whatever. ]
So. Does it have a name? Your egg bot thing.
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[He pats the drone affectionately and follows along, trying not to look too annoyed.
Failing.
At least there's a latte soon, and while it's not like Agent Stone's, it's still adequate. He glances up mid-sip, shrugs a shoulder.]
I call them badniks. Not officially, but that's what they're called. [Not a bad guy name at all, nope.]
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[ Gintoki, you know this answer. You just like harassing him. ]
Can they do any neat tricks?
(no subject)
Does this look like a "goodnik?"
[Sipping his drink again, he holds his free hand up, pressing buttons on the glove single-handedly. The drone does a little flip in the air.]
They're not exactly designed for tricks.
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[ Though, he watches it do a flip and slowly claps his hand with a faux impressed look. ]
What are they designed for? Some hardcore oviposition kink?
[ Gintoki. He just said that they can shoot, but of course, Gintoki wants more detail and.. well.. just loves annoying this guy. ]
They're kinda big for that.
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Why the hell is that your first thought?
[THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE SENSE WHAT THE HELL--
He shakes his head.]
They're designed for a number of purposes. Surveillance, pursuit, combat, and more.
(no subject)
That sounds whack.
[ THAT SOUNDS WHACK, but look at that dead ass expression. No intimidation whatsoever. ]
But I guess kinda cool depending on what you're using them for. Are you gonna actually use them here for some reason or you're just feeling homesick?
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My machines are very important to me. I doubt I have much reason to use them for their usual purposes here, but... I prefer to have at least one.
[Homesick? Nahhh. Labsick? Maybe. Yeah. Probably. He's not admitting to it, though.]
But, well, if I need more personal security, then I need more personal security.
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[ Gintoki.. slowly lifts a thumb, gesturing to himself. He knows damn well this won't work. After all, the robots work for free and are efficient, but.. there's just something a lot more warmer about having an actual person to help you. Maybe.
Even if the person has lifeless eyes. ]
I dunno. You don't seem that scary. Like.. someone who would need security, but I don't know.
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Are you just that desperate, or what?
[That's the only logical explanation, right? He's so desperate to... hang out with him, that he wants him to hire him to? Or something?]
I probably won't need the security for more than just, I don't know, the errant weird creature that shows up. But just in case, I prefer something with the ability to analyze threats efficiently. Something I built.
(no subject)
[ All he's trying to do is get Robotnik to allow him to help with various things so he can hit him with a ridiculous bill. It's a little sneaky, but that's what capitalism is. ]
It's pretty impressive, not going to lie.
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[He might not know the actual Motivation here, but also he has no need to hire anyone for things his robots can do!! Anyway, he sighs and focuses on his latte again.]
Of course it's impressive. These are some of my best work, the highest in efficiency. They do everything I tell them to, no question.
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[ He's like.. a hopeless romantic. Though there's nothing romantic about him. Just greed. A hopeless.. businessman. Or something. ]
If that's he case, you could really do some kinky stuff with them. I mean, if I had a bunch of robots I...
[ He trails off, seeming to think for a moment. ]
Actually, I'd probably just make them do all of the house chores for me.
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[He groans and rolls his eyes, though, looking exasperated over his latte.]
The badniks aren't for kinky things. They're not even remotely designed for anything like that.
[That's his other project!]
They're not glorified Roombas either.
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[ GINTOKI. ]
I mean, if they aren't kinky toys or Roombas, that's the next viable option.
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[The exasperation continues, and he waves his free hand around.]
Of course they can be used for assassination. But to act like that's the only thing is ridiculous! They can do so much more. So much!
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[ Why does Gin want one? Nobody knows. ]
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[He looks from Gintoki to the drone and back. Not that he hasn't already been planning to make more, as well as have some sources for things, buuuuut on the individual level? Hmm.]
Not sure yet. I'd need to figure out materials, labor... an equivalent to what I make back home...
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