….or spoken

“Good afternoon, what have I done now?”
“……………I don’t know, what have you done?”
“….I don’t know, uh, what can I do?”

“I told her we’re going to see T. She said, ‘Oh, T. That sugarhead.'”

rules

The group seemed to confer with resigned exasperation (they really were remarkably sophisticated for sparring robots.) One, human-sized and human-shaped, veiled with clothlike folds that folded across its faceplate and revealed only the glittering optics, advanced to take position on the practice floor. It was unarmed, but Khara was prompted to ask, “What are your limitations for sparring with a civilian?”

“Bruising. Bleeding. No breaking. No gushing.”

She chose a long stick before stepping onto the practice mat.