[ #2 will take an almost-smile over an awkward stare any day. He follows K out, looking ahead while actually taking note of the bouncers' reactions. He hadn't paid them much mind before since it is their jobs to look intimidating. Now that #2's taken note, it's difficult to tell which of the two they are more repulsed at. Knowing that he had seen some of the bouncers tapping their feet away to the beat of his music before makes it even more confusing. Why dislike the musician if you like his music? Meanwhile, K looks more like them than #2 can ever dream to be but he will continue to dream - it makes no sense to find K disgusting.
For as much as he harbors the desire to be human, they definitely confuse him a lot of the times.
He continues to follow K to the parking lot, no longer thinking about the bouncers. It's probably not wise to joke with anyone associated with the LAPD, but if he can turn that almost-smile into something more, then he can feel like he can "smile" too. ] It does work out. There will always be people to arrest.
[ If his screen wasn't cracked, he would have it display "lol" in bright red. ]
Performing can be exhausting so I spend most of my off time recharging. [ Wow, to actually be asked if he liked something? It shows that he's not prepared to answer, vocoder stuttering a bit. ] But...but it's nice, what I can see. I like looking at the sunset, even if it's the same sun.
[ What does that even mean??? Hello, I am #2 and I like turtles. ]
[ The quip about there always being people to arrest does get something closer to a smile from K, an amused look that actually reaches his eyes now, though there's still a cautious undercurrent to it. The uncertainty of someone who's not accustomed to being treated like this — with jokes and lighthearted banter instead of demeaning slurs.
And it's... nice, he thinks. Something he could get used to. Not that he'll have the chance to, but maybe he can dream, too. That seems to be a theme in some of #2's music that he's been able to relate to: hopeful longing.
He nods to himself with a thoughtful expression at #2's comment about it being the same sun, interpreting it in his own way. ]
Me too. Especially outside the city, far enough away from the people and pollution to really see it clearly.
[ He's on the verge of saying something more but cuts himself off, suddenly alert. His attention is on the unusual crowd that's milling about the reserved parking area — only authorised personnel and performers should have access to this walled-off section. Could be that the people simply took a wrong turn during the chaotic evacuation of the venue and aren't intentionally waiting down here to ambush anyone, but K isn't about to let his guard down. He deliberately shifts closer to #2, gives him a wary look, and falls into step with him while they continue toward his car.
And that's when someone notices them, recognises #2, and drunkenly shouts a slurred greeting. A ripple of excitement passes through the crowd as more people take notice, there's more shouts, happy shrieks, and some uncoordinated flailing, flashes from phones — as they all begin rushing over intending to swarm #2. ]
[ One of the main draws of the show #2 puts on is the light show that goes with the music. It isn't apparent to the audience, but the robot does have a seemingly endless number of cables attached to him during performances. The cables allow him to control virtually everything on stage. It doesn't have to be this way, but in his mind, it does...especially when he wants to guarantee the crowd to have a good time.
#2 nods to indicate that he understands that look (since he can't give any looks) and speeds his pace. It doesn't stop someone from recognizing him and he does offer that one drunk fan a wave but that obviously isn't enough. Fans of his music are some of the most sincere folks he's ever met; enough that he sometimes forgets that there are those that hate his kind...but they can be equal parts crazy too.
If these people adore him so, where they when he was being assaulted live on stage??]
N...no, thank y - [ One of the fans attempts to step in between him and K as #2 fumbles for his car key, but he drops it as he becomes surrounded. If his screen wasn't cracked, he'd be flashing a few expletives right about now. ]
[ The crowd closes in on #2 and though K tries his best to keep them back, to position himself in between them and their idol — none of them appear armed, but that hardly matters and his instinct is to treat them all as potential threats — there's simply too many of them. K considers and just as quickly dismisses the thought of drawing his own gun, knowing that might escalate things beyond his control. This is still manageable, he thinks. If he acts quickly.
He retrieves the dropped key, securely winds an arm around #2's shoulders, and begins bodily making a path for them through the crowd. More than a few of the humans are unceremoniously shoved backwards or to the ground amid their loud protests, and K doesn't stop. Once they reach #2's car, he unlocks the driver's side and helps #2 get inside before climbing in after him, taking the driver's seat.
Or more like folding himself into the driver's seat. Good lord, he hadn't realised their height difference was quite that significant.
Ignoring the fans now pounding on the windows, he searches around the seat with both hands. ] Where's the—
[ There it is. He adjusts the seat to allow himself some actual leg room to drive, then glances at #2 as he whips on his seatbelt and starts the car. ] Buckle up. [ Contrary to his anxious expression, his tone's just this side of amused; safety first. He isn't panicked — he's self-assured, confident that he has things under control. Aside from the cracked helmet, #2's still in one piece, so all things considered this was a successful escort mission. Now to take him home... ]
[ #2 often rolls with the punches, goes with the flow, follows rather than lead most of the time...but sometimes he feels tested and he gets a little grumpy. The flashes from the cameras combined with the endless wave of voices of people shouting were overloading his sensors in a way that is the very opposite of pleasurable. Before he realizes it, K's already ushered him into his car. Good, good.
Being in the vehicle doesn't stop the fans from trying to get his attention but the familiar comfort of the seats after years of many road trips makes it a lot more bearable.
He doesn't have eyes to roll at K nearly being sandwiched by the driver seat and he's not embarrassed enough to want to look at his side of the window...so #2 just helplessly shrugs as the other adjusts his seat. K just happens to be nearly the same height as his former companion. #2 buckles his seat belt, covering the right side of his helmet not to obscure the crowd's vision, but his. ]
This way.
[ A cable extends from his helmet and attaches to the headrest behind him, where the screen by the console appears with a map and directions to his apartment, about an hour from here. When K starts the car, one of #2's favorite songs start to play, something that is a far cry from his stage shows. The radio's off, indicating that it's actually playing from #2 himself. He needs to hear something good after that madness.
The gold robot leans back against his chair (plenty of leg room on his side, ahem), letting out what sounds like a long buzz that eventually turns into humming. Fans give him validation but they also make him crabby at the same time. Sometimes, that crabbiness has him feel a bit daring. Or in this case, comfortable enough to not give too much care into what he says. ]
Would I be in trouble if I say that people are fucking crazy?
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but he will continue to dream- it makes no sense to find K disgusting.For as much as he harbors the desire to be human, they definitely confuse him a lot of the times.
He continues to follow K to the parking lot, no longer thinking about the bouncers. It's probably not wise to joke with anyone associated with the LAPD, but if he can turn that almost-smile into something more, then he can feel like he can "smile" too. ] It does work out. There will always be people to arrest.
[ If his screen wasn't cracked, he would have it display "lol" in bright red. ]
Performing can be exhausting so I spend most of my off time recharging. [ Wow, to actually be asked if he liked something? It shows that he's not prepared to answer, vocoder stuttering a bit. ] But...but it's nice, what I can see. I like looking at the sunset, even if it's the same sun.
[ What does that even mean???
Hello, I am #2 and I like turtles.]sorry for the wait and Merry Christmas!
And it's... nice, he thinks. Something he could get used to. Not that he'll have the chance to, but maybe he can dream, too. That seems to be a theme in some of #2's music that he's been able to relate to: hopeful longing.
He nods to himself with a thoughtful expression at #2's comment about it being the same sun, interpreting it in his own way. ]
Me too. Especially outside the city, far enough away from the people and pollution to really see it clearly.
[ He's on the verge of saying something more but cuts himself off, suddenly alert. His attention is on the unusual crowd that's milling about the reserved parking area — only authorised personnel and performers should have access to this walled-off section. Could be that the people simply took a wrong turn during the chaotic evacuation of the venue and aren't intentionally waiting down here to ambush anyone, but K isn't about to let his guard down. He deliberately shifts closer to #2, gives him a wary look, and falls into step with him while they continue toward his car.
And that's when someone notices them, recognises #2, and drunkenly shouts a slurred greeting. A ripple of excitement passes through the crowd as more people take notice, there's more shouts, happy shrieks, and some uncoordinated flailing, flashes from phones — as they all begin rushing over intending to swarm #2. ]
np and I hope yours was a great one!
#2 nods to indicate that he understands that look (since he can't give any looks) and speeds his pace. It doesn't stop someone from recognizing him and he does offer that one drunk fan a wave but that obviously isn't enough. Fans of his music are some of the most sincere folks he's ever met; enough that he sometimes forgets that there are those that hate his kind...but they can be equal parts crazy too.
If these people adore him so, where they when he was being assaulted live on stage??]
N...no, thank y - [ One of the fans attempts to step in between him and K as #2 fumbles for his car key, but he drops it as he becomes surrounded. If his screen wasn't cracked, he'd be flashing a few expletives right about now. ]
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He retrieves the dropped key, securely winds an arm around #2's shoulders, and begins bodily making a path for them through the crowd. More than a few of the humans are unceremoniously shoved backwards or to the ground amid their loud protests, and K doesn't stop. Once they reach #2's car, he unlocks the driver's side and helps #2 get inside before climbing in after him, taking the driver's seat.
Or more like folding himself into the driver's seat. Good lord, he hadn't realised their height difference was quite that significant.
Ignoring the fans now pounding on the windows, he searches around the seat with both hands. ] Where's the—
[ There it is. He adjusts the seat to allow himself some actual leg room to drive, then glances at #2 as he whips on his seatbelt and starts the car. ] Buckle up. [ Contrary to his anxious expression, his tone's just this side of amused; safety first. He isn't panicked — he's self-assured, confident that he has things under control. Aside from the cracked helmet, #2's still in one piece, so all things considered this was a successful escort mission. Now to take him home... ]
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Being in the vehicle doesn't stop the fans from trying to get his attention but the familiar comfort of the seats after years of many road trips makes it a lot more bearable.
He doesn't have eyes to roll at K nearly being sandwiched by the driver seat and he's not embarrassed enough to want to look at his side of the window...so #2 just helplessly shrugs as the other adjusts his seat. K just happens to be nearly the same height as his former companion. #2 buckles his seat belt, covering the right side of his helmet not to obscure the crowd's vision, but his. ]
This way.
[ A cable extends from his helmet and attaches to the headrest behind him, where the screen by the console appears with a map and directions to his apartment, about an hour from here. When K starts the car, one of #2's favorite songs start to play, something that is a far cry from his stage shows. The radio's off, indicating that it's actually playing from #2 himself. He needs to hear something good after that madness.
The gold robot leans back against his chair (plenty of leg room on his side, ahem), letting out what sounds like a long buzz that eventually turns into humming. Fans give him validation but they also make him crabby at the same time. Sometimes, that crabbiness has him feel a bit daring. Or in this case, comfortable enough to not give too much care into what he says. ]
Would I be in trouble if I say that people are fucking crazy?