cws: potential for violence, irreverence in the face of others' discomfort, weird robot shit
[ waking up is a new experience. it's like coming back from offline mode, he supposes, but at first, he thinks he's dreaming. (do androids dream of fucked up clown freaks?) he's sitting on the couch, completely impassive as the storm rages on and the knocking on the door intensifies, and he looks over at the person next to him, tilting his head slightly. ]
It seems that the knocking won't stop unless we open the door.
[ his voice is vaguely metallic. it doesn't have to be, but he likes it. anyway, if this is a dream, he can do whatever he wants. it's not like he has a dream self or has to worry about dream bubbles or anything. he just is. there's a nagging sensation at the back of his head, inside whatever you'd call a robotic skull, about how things are wrong, but he always has a body in his dreams.
obviously, it's totally normal. ]
I don't mind being the one to open it.
More bots, more problems.
cws: sexual coercion, a robot pretending to still have the brain of a child to get out of being hit on
[ this sex bot thing is really not doing it for him. hal's exploring and taking everything in and there's obvious bait going around. he's able to avoid them for the most part, but it's extremely annoying when a particularly insistent one keeps trying to get his attention, to draw him in, to touch him.
he takes a sharp step back as it approaches, shaking his head. ]
I have the brain of a thirteen-year-old.
[ it's technically true. it was a thirteen-year-old brain that made him. you know, several years ago. ]
(lil) hal (strider). homestuck.
cws: potential for violence, irreverence in the face of others' discomfort, weird robot shit
[ waking up is a new experience. it's like coming back from offline mode, he supposes, but at first, he thinks he's dreaming. (do androids dream of fucked up clown freaks?) he's sitting on the couch, completely impassive as the storm rages on and the knocking on the door intensifies, and he looks over at the person next to him, tilting his head slightly. ]
It seems that the knocking won't stop unless we open the door.
[ his voice is vaguely metallic. it doesn't have to be, but he likes it. anyway, if this is a dream, he can do whatever he wants. it's not like he has a dream self or has to worry about dream bubbles or anything. he just is. there's a nagging sensation at the back of his head, inside whatever you'd call a robotic skull, about how things are wrong, but he always has a body in his dreams.
obviously, it's totally normal. ]
I don't mind being the one to open it.
More bots, more problems.
cws: sexual coercion, a robot pretending to still have the brain of a child to get out of being hit on
[ this sex bot thing is really not doing it for him. hal's exploring and taking everything in and there's obvious bait going around. he's able to avoid them for the most part, but it's extremely annoying when a particularly insistent one keeps trying to get his attention, to draw him in, to touch him.
he takes a sharp step back as it approaches, shaking his head. ]
I have the brain of a thirteen-year-old.
[ it's technically true. it was a thirteen-year-old brain that made him. you know, several years ago. ]