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[Today is an overcast day, which is better than the rainy days over Sunday and Monday at least. Heart, who lives outside basically aside from a little corner of the item shop she's claimed as a temp-home, wishes there were more sun, but it's okay as is. What she is doing however, is currently shopping for Adell... Which means she's in mode 3 while searching. Of course, if anyone were to run into her she would change modes, but as it is, she's trying to pick out a birthday gift for him in the item shop and it's not working very well.

She itches her head regularly as if a bit lost.] Sheesha, I don't even know what the guy wants... [And other such quotes like this are common.

She's also tossing items which don't fit the bill on the ground after examining them. So if you want to run into a relatively tall ~~dating robot~~ girl who is ransacking the item shop, do feel free]

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[...!! Turn, and she quickly makes an apologetic little hang of her head before he pulls up again... and then stares. She scans him and he's- within the acceptable age range. Now, is he acceptably human? There's some minor variations she can pick up - the ears for one - but it's within reasonable limits. Thus, this prompts the awkward question:] Do you want to be loved?

[Stare. He's used to odd behavior after spending time with the likes of Edge, Sarah, Meracle and Lymle, but this is just downright bizarre. What sort of a question is that? And why the hell does she want to know that about him?]

What?

[Yeah she just keeps staring. Stare... Because she needs an answer for that and right now there's thirty seconds left. Because, well, that's what she does]

Are you expecting me to say yes?

[...Does that count? She considers and then concludes that it's too questioning. It's not within the expected bounds, so she ... just considers while waiting to see if he'll say any more]

[Well, whatever, he's going to turn his attention back to the shelves.

... only to find her still staring at him when he glances back over. And here Arumat makes his fatal mistake. Since she's looking at him with a sort of questioning expression, he's going to ask her what she's doing.]

Yes? What do you want from me anyway?

[...Hm. That's also questioning. That's outside of expectations as well, but it's a double-confirmation. She concludes it's logically sufficient, and as such-] Pick my personality; one, two, three, four, five, or six?

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... your what?

[Personality, duh. STARE....]

[Okay, maybe she'll go away if he picks a number. That's what she wants, isn't it?]

Five. Now stop staring at me.

[PROCESSING. And then he looks away, glaring at nothing in particular-] Who would stare at you, you stupid hulk?

.....

[What. Oh, he's scowling now.]

[GLARE...]

What did you call me?

A big, hulking behemoth.

[This big, hulking behemoth is now going to be glaring daggers down at you, Heart. What will you do?]

[Attempt to glare a bit longer, fail, blush, and look off to the left]

... if you don't have anything else to say, then leave me alone.

[Social skills? What are those? Arumat has none.]

[She frowns but then shoves her hands around her waist and turns to scoff of-] F-fine! It's not like I wanted to talk to you anyway!

Good. Next time save yourself the trouble and don't bother.

[Women. He will never, ever understand them.]

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