HANSA

[chanteuser]

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[robopriest]

[He's laughing the whole time - just yet another thing to add the very long list of "things that Hansa does that is not priest-like in any fashion" - and is too distracted by the fact that he's so entertained that he doesn't react to the grabber smacking him on the leg.]

[Which is interest, because something like that wouldn't make much of a sound. This does - its quiet, but its a low, clear sound, like hitting a small metal bell with a stick.]

[He's crouching down after her, but he's not reaching to tickle her more.]

So looks like you are ticklish! How about that.

[chanteuser]

[ mmmrrrrrr. she looks up long enough to shoot him a glare, but it's not a very strong one. ]

I'm not confirming anything.

[ still. she... wow. how do you phrase this. "i hit your leg and it sounded like it rang?" is quite the way to start a conversation.

so instead she just

taps his knee with the grabber, now that he's crouched down, using a little more force that someone would with a flesh knee, and just stares at him. significantly. ]

[robopriest]

[And there it is again - that low metal sound, louder this time from the added force, though muffled by his clothing. Hansa's wide grin dims, receding into a slight frown.]

[......................Yeah, this is not something he can just wave away.]

...Hey, now. Cut that out.

[chanteuser]

[ Hmm.

She folds her arms over her own needs and rests her chin on them. ]

Sorry. I wasn't sure if I'd heard right the first time.

[robopriest]

Maybe you should ask before hitting a poor priest's kneecaps. He might take offense to it, you know.

[Him? Explaining this? No, Alex, you have to ask, he's not going to say anything about it unprompted.]

[chanteuser]

You wouldn't have had far to fall if I took them out.

[ see, she's caring and kind. after a moment she reaches out and taps his knee with her hand this time. ]

Your leg's metal? [ hansward elric... ]

[robopriest]

[His knee is definitely extremely solid!]

Little mercies, I suppose. And yes, it is. Full leg prosthetic.

[hansa aren't you 70% cyborg aren't you going to talk about the OTHER 68%. apparently not]

[chanteuser]

[ hansa she's gonna hug you at some point this week and figure out there's more metal there. she's not stupid. ]

Your whole leg?

[ ... her response to that is apparently to poke his thigh, but given they just had a dinosaur-shark-tickle fight in public this isn't even the weirdest thing today. ]

Oh. [ wow. yeah that doesn't feel like skin, muscle or bone. ]

... Does that make the push ups easier, or harder?

[robopriest]

[SHUSH LET HIM HAVE THIS MYSTERY FOR (GLANCES AT CLOCK) LIKE A FEW HOURS OR LESS MAYBE]

Easier, I think. I'm not straining muscles, after all.

[yes he might be cheating at pushups]

[chanteuser]

[ ENJOY YOUR HOUR OR TWO OF MYSTERY UNTIL SHE BREAKS HER RIBS ON YOUR STEEL TORSO, HANSA. ]

Suddenly those couple of hundred push ups don't seem so impressive.

[robopriest]

[HOW HARD IS SHE GOING TO HUG THIS MAN]

Aw, come on, don't be mean. I usually do around five hundred of those, some days. And besides, some of me is still flesh and blood, so its still an effort.

["some" of you, hansa,]

[chanteuser]

[ ]

...

[ that phrasing. ]

Some of you.

[robopriest]

[wow this dinosaur grabber seems very interesting all of a sudden]

[chanteuser]

[ she uses the shark grabber to bite the dinosaur's head.




and raps her knuckles on his other thigh. ]

[robopriest]

[its just a regular human leg HA]








[No, I lied, it's also metal.]

[He pulls the dinosaur out to bite at her nose this time.]

Stop.

[chanteuser]

[ ack. ]

Hey--! [ except it comes out nasally because there's a dinosaur biting her nose?? rude. ]

[robopriest]

[everyone: affection week! holding hands, hugging...
us: stupid toy grabbers.]

Haha, its only revenge. [He'll let go of her nose.] And punishment for being nosy.

[chanteuser]

[ we're valid. it's fine they can walk around like someone stuck them in one of these later. ]

[ she rubs her nose. ]

Alright, alright, I won't question any metal you do or don't have.

[robopriest]

[which one is in which one though]

...

[He's silent for a moment, before he just heaves a sigh.]

You can keep a secret, can you?

[chanteuser]

[ there’s the mystery... ]

Yes! I’m not going to go around telling people other people’s personal information??

[ there’s your answer, hansa ]

[robopriest]

You sure?

[>8I]

Are you absolutely sure you won't tell?

[chanteuser]

[ !!! ]

I won't!

It's not like it's something that's my right to tell?

[robopriest]

Haha. Don't look so worried. I'm just being hard on you.

[A pause, and he leans in for a quick kiss to the forehead. Is it affection week? Is it him buttering her up for what he's going to say next? Because as he leans back, he just outright says it:]

Anyways, I'm around seventy-percent metal.

[chanteuser]

[ she leans into the kiss a little, almost like she's moving on autopilot. but that doesn't stop her from looking

very surprised

by the next bit of news. ]

70 per cent?!

[ ... that is not a small number, sir. ]

[robopriest]

Yep.

[Look at him smiling all smugly.]

That includes arms and legs.