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[sentiences]

Someone left me this great cupcake but I can't eat.

Maybe you'd like to have it?

[kievs]

(Shit.)

its not really much of an apology if i come and eat it is it

[sentiences]

I don't know.

I think it would be nice. Besides, I don't want it to go to waste.

[kievs]

sorry. i did wonder if you could eat it but since youre so fancy and stuff i figured you probably could

should i come back up now?

[sentiences]

How am I fancy?

Please. Do stop by.

-> action

[kievs]

well youre a robot but you look exactly like a human and not like... rosie from the jetsons or whatever

ok. see you soon

(She has time to calm down on the way back up. Dorian doesn't seem too mad about it or anything, and the sentiment seems to have been received. She's a lot more chipper by the time she knocks on his door.)

[sentiences]

[ Dorian opens the door with a soft smile. ]

Hey, stranger. Long time no see.

[kievs]

Hi.

(She smiles very quickly at him, then pushes past into his room because she wants to scout it out. How do robots live?)

[sentiences]

[ Dorian chuckles. ]

I'm not hiding any robot secrets in here.

[ For the most part, the room is very bare. ]

[kievs]

(Yeah, she can see that. Hasn't he got any photos, anything of interest? She frowns, hands digging into the pockets of her brown jacket.)

Lame.

I suppose you don't spent a lot of time in here do you.

[sentiences]

It's not that.

I've never had my own room before.

[kievs]

What do you mean? What did you have before?

[sentiences]

Not a room. Though I had a charging station with our police technician.

[ Which . . . Dorian didn't like that much, tbh. ]

[kievs]

That's shit.

(She isn't sure how much value he places on perceived humanity, but pretty hard to feel like a person when you don't even get your own room.) Do you like having a room.

[sentiences]

[ He shrugs. ]

It's normal for robots. But I'm loving having my own space.

[kievs]

We should make it look more like yours, (she insists, gesturing to all the free wall space, the empty shelves.)

What kind of things do you like?

[sentiences]

[ Dorian looks blankly. ]

I . . . don't know?

[kievs]

(Alyssa stares back, unconvinced.)

You don't know? Don't you have any hobbies or- or favourites? Do you have a favourite colour?

[sentiences]

I don't really get time to have hobbies.

I like blue at least?

[kievs]

Blue's a start, (she says, rolling her eyes.)

I guess we'll just have to find things you like to do. (or maybe this is just her way of asking to hang out more)

[sentiences]

I could certainly use your help. You're probably an expert.

[kievs]

I am pretty good at doing whatever I want.

Have you ever gone paint balling before?

[sentiences]

[ Dorian shakes his head. ]

I've never had the pleasure.

[kievs]

It's pretty fun, we could try that.

Are you any good at dancing?

[sentiences]

Probably? I have the information stored in my processor.