[Oh, Maya. Sweet, exuberant Maya... He watches her eat with a gusto he couldn't understand until recently and... even still, sort of doesn't get. He doesn't even have a stomach, and he still can't put away what she does.
...he's going to miss her.]
Well, gorgeous, I... I'm going away for a while. [His head cants to the side, his smile the slightest bit sadder.] Another day, another transfer, eh? But, if I'm going to leave my empire, then I'm going to leave it in capable hands.
[He pulls out what he's been hiding: a wireless microphone, one he brought from home. It's signed in silver ink, MTT, with a little heart at the end. He holds it toward her, like passing on a torch.]
You're getting transferred?! [She actually puts down her food (incredible) for that to give him her full attention -- it's been pretty commonplace lately, to see people transfer out, and it can be lonely. But more importantly, is it something he wants?]
Did you ask to go? Or did you..... [Some aren't voluntary, she knows that much.]
[either way, she looks at the microphone, looks at him, looks at the microphone--- and launches herself at him for a hug]
I don't think I can ever fill your roboshoes, but...! I'll do my best!
[Pft.] Of course you can't, [he mumbles into her hug, squeezing back.] These are men's heels.
[Hah. Rimshot.midi.]
...Don't worry about me. My darling and I just decided fieldwork wasn't for us anymore. He's a reporter, I'm an entertainer... It just isn't working out.
[Ugh. He can't help it. With a hup, he lifts her into his arms. She's tiny. Even in his human(like) form, it's nothing for him to pick her up. He just...
He just needs to spin her one more time. He's going to miss her.]
And you'll be alright. Just remember to take care of yourself off-stage, okay?
[Maya in any kind of heels would be a disaster, let's be real] Well-- you're gonna be missed, for sure! You guys keep up the super starring wherever you're headed!
[so maybe MTT was a biiiit (just a little bit!) of a drama queen, but Maya's always felt that his robo... heart's been in the right place. There weren't a lot of Audentes people actively trying to keep people's spirits up]
[She pretty much clings on until he starts twirling her, at which point she has to giggle. She'll miss him, but -- at least he's going voluntarily. That's what's gonna make him happy, right?]
Of course! I've got all these dorks to take care of, after all. I have my work cut out for me.
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...he's going to miss her.]
Well, gorgeous, I... I'm going away for a while. [His head cants to the side, his smile the slightest bit sadder.] Another day, another transfer, eh? But, if I'm going to leave my empire, then I'm going to leave it in capable hands.
[He pulls out what he's been hiding: a wireless microphone, one he brought from home. It's signed in silver ink, MTT, with a little heart at the end. He holds it toward her, like passing on a torch.]
You'll keep them entertained, won't you?
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Did you ask to go? Or did you..... [Some aren't voluntary, she knows that much.]
[either way, she looks at the microphone, looks at him, looks at the microphone--- and launches herself at him for a hug]
I don't think I can ever fill your roboshoes, but...! I'll do my best!
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[Hah. Rimshot.midi.]
...Don't worry about me. My darling and I just decided fieldwork wasn't for us anymore. He's a reporter, I'm an entertainer... It just isn't working out.
[Ugh. He can't help it. With a hup, he lifts her into his arms. She's tiny. Even in his human(like) form, it's nothing for him to pick her up. He just...
He just needs to spin her one more time. He's going to miss her.]
And you'll be alright. Just remember to take care of yourself off-stage, okay?
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[so maybe MTT was a biiiit (just a little bit!) of a drama queen, but Maya's always felt that his robo... heart's been in the right place. There weren't a lot of Audentes people actively trying to keep people's spirits up]
[She pretty much clings on until he starts twirling her, at which point she has to giggle. She'll miss him, but -- at least he's going voluntarily. That's what's gonna make him happy, right?]
Of course! I've got all these dorks to take care of, after all. I have my work cut out for me.