[A RUDE PUNK. Though Kashuu can tell he's liked, at least, or otherwise he'd have majestically trotted off into the sunset to look for greener, less tsun pastures ages ago.
But no. No, now he's stuck with Leon and Leon is stuck with him, and this robot is just awkwardly there like "but can I be your friend too", even though it's apparently decided it Does Not Like Leon.]
I don't have to listen to you. [Says the rude robot rudely, and Kashuu steps on its foot with his nice pointy heel. They're like a tag-team of violent bozos...]
Annoooying! No way am I that bad. Look, why don't you just, like-- I dunno, go get another carton of milk from the store or something? Or clean up the dojo! That floor's had a hundred gross, sweaty feet on it! You're supposed to like doing chores, right? [To which his bot huffily replies:] That's a dirty chore!
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But no. No, now he's stuck with Leon and Leon is stuck with him, and this robot is just awkwardly there like "but can I be your friend too", even though it's apparently decided it Does Not Like Leon.]
I don't have to listen to you. [Says the rude robot rudely, and Kashuu steps on its foot with his nice pointy heel. They're like a tag-team of violent bozos...]
Annoooying! No way am I that bad. Look, why don't you just, like-- I dunno, go get another carton of milk from the store or something? Or clean up the dojo! That floor's had a hundred gross, sweaty feet on it! You're supposed to like doing chores, right? [To which his bot huffily replies:] That's a dirty chore!