How would pornhub actually work with a robot? Akira vaguely thinks as his eyes narrow down on Falcon's movements. Maybe he doesn't matter- knowing all of the hypotheticals are now stuck in his head; and his blatant non-reply is a good affirmation to him.
He's so weird.
The gall he's presented with makes him laugh. The sheer audacity spilling in that sarcasm was so much reminscent of his own Akechi- its almost funny. Even they didn't get along all too well in his universe. Until they did.
"I was here first," he starts. "And I have been waiting for the past 2 minutes- whatever you are trying to find is probably not there. If it didn't click already," he rolls his eyes and steps away from Gorobo. He should probably go around and try to find his drone so...
Its then a hilarious idea pops in his head.
"Nevermind, I guess. I will just go around it," He sighs almost too innocently. "Don’t have energy to deal with Karens as is..." he mutters more to himself though he fucking hopes Falcon heard him. He leaves him alone and strolls over to the employee who waves off to the child and parent he was assisting.
"Excuse me? I am looking for something," he starts as the employee turns to look at him with a smile.
"What would you like?"
There's a smirk on his face. "Can you show me all the drones you have? The ones for professional photography and video specifically."
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About 1 minute later, there's a drone about the size of a palm now stealthily making its way from behind the very aisle Falcon stood at, now hovering on the ceiling as its camera pointed directly at the top of the shelf below.
CLAP!!
The air glitches directly over the shelf before Akira manifests out of nowhere; his legs directly dropping down on the head of the shelf as he finds himself balancing on the rather thin frame with his arms out like a gymnast. "Hi again, seems like you are still here," He carefully brings his two legs down, his bag now filled to the brim as something peeked out from the zips- looking akin to a speaker.
Akira makes himself comfortable on the top of the shelf as his legs dangle right above Gorobo's head.
Hm, I didn't think ahead of this...atleast it worked out.
"O Romeo," he says as he pulls out a microphone in one hand while his bag echoes his voice through the loudspeaker mounted inside it- kicking his legs on the top of the shelf to take a proper look at Falcon from this perspective. "Or I guess- Goromeo works better here." His voice echoes across the store. "How long thou must seek your silver machination or must we pary with our hearts and the anger in thy soul?!"
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He's so weird.
The gall he's presented with makes him laugh. The sheer audacity spilling in that sarcasm was so much reminscent of his own Akechi- its almost funny. Even they didn't get along all too well in his universe.
Until they did.
"I was here first," he starts. "And I have been waiting for the past 2 minutes- whatever you are trying to find is probably not there. If it didn't click already," he rolls his eyes and steps away from Gorobo. He should probably go around and try to find his drone so...
Its then a hilarious idea pops in his head.
"Nevermind, I guess. I will just go around it," He sighs almost too innocently. "Don’t have energy to deal with Karens as is..." he mutters more to himself though he fucking hopes Falcon heard him. He leaves him alone and strolls over to the employee who waves off to the child and parent he was assisting.
"Excuse me? I am looking for something," he starts as the employee turns to look at him with a smile.
"What would you like?"
There's a smirk on his face. "Can you show me all the drones you have? The ones for professional photography and video specifically."
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About 1 minute later, there's a drone about the size of a palm now stealthily making its way from behind the very aisle Falcon stood at, now hovering on the ceiling as its camera pointed directly at the top of the shelf below.
CLAP!!
The air glitches directly over the shelf before Akira manifests out of nowhere; his legs directly dropping down on the head of the shelf as he finds himself balancing on the rather thin frame with his arms out like a gymnast. "Hi again, seems like you are still here," He carefully brings his two legs down, his bag now filled to the brim as something peeked out from the zips- looking akin to a speaker.
Akira makes himself comfortable on the top of the shelf as his legs dangle right above Gorobo's head.
Hm, I didn't think ahead of this...atleast it worked out.
"O Romeo," he says as he pulls out a microphone in one hand while his bag echoes his voice through the loudspeaker mounted inside it- kicking his legs on the top of the shelf to take a proper look at Falcon from this perspective. "Or I guess- Goromeo works better here." His voice echoes across the store. "How long thou must seek your silver machination or must we pary with our hearts and the anger in thy soul?!"