Aftermath of I, Robot (video; open)

[skintoskin]

[Neil sits in on his bed, dressed in jeans and a white, sleeveless t-shirt, fingers twitching a little. His room is immaculate, like something from a design magazine, but he doesn't seem to be focused on anything but a large, wooden dresser. He has a crowbar across his lap. He isn't facing at the device, but it is apparent that he might be a little... traumatized. Something that could be a robot is on the floor, a large dent in it's head.]

It... folded all my clothes. It... It matched my socks...

[Twitch.]






((OOC: Sort of back now, but won't be around until later, so replies will be slow. Will catch-up on tagging then, too.))

Comments

[harrydresden]

I heard that matching socks was a good thing. Not that I know or anything.

[skintoskin]

I... I don't match my socks...

But the robot... It...

[harrydresden]

Is it because you want your socks not to match or is it out of laziness?

It matched your socks, yes I got that.

[skintoskin]

It's because I want my socks and everything else to be left alone. It's my stuff. I told it to stop and it wouldn't...

[harrydresden]

Well, kick it or something, they're tiny and your body mass is much bigger. At least it's not some girl getting into your stuff.

[skintoskin]

[He lifts the crowbar from his lap.]

I hit it with this. It stopped after a while.

And no girl is gonna get into my stuff.