BUCKY CATCH-ALL

[robopriest]

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w1, wednesday

[frostythehitman]

[ Vezda is just chillin' in his PJs in the weird new pod thing when he spots Hansa returning from their little shower area fully clothed. Like he's coming back from a stroll outside and not the shower. ]

Why do you do that?

[robopriest]

Hm?

[Well, its been interesting having Bucky - excuse him, Vezda - as a roommate. Cater at least could accept the "weirdo" part of him, but this man? He's nosy, for sure. Hansa stops in place, grinning over at the other man.]

Do what? You really have to be specific.

[frostythehitman]

[ Look. He's not nosy, per se, and COULD very well leave the man alone to his business. But that's less fun. ]

Come out of the shower fully dressed every time! You know the modesty police aren't around, right?

[robopriest]

Hmmmm.

[Tapping at his chin.]

Maybe I'm just very shy?

[frostythehitman]

[ squints ]

No you're not.

[robopriest]

You don't know me that well! Maybe under all this swagger is a nice priest who gets all flustered at showing off his body.

[frostythehitman]

Nope. You're way too cocky to get flustered.

[robopriest]

Then it is what it is.

[just always nevernude!!]

[frostythehitman]

[ squints ]

The only reason you'd be doing it, then, is if you're trying to hide something.

What're you hiding, there, Father?

[robopriest]

Its a large tattoo on my back I got when I was fifteen and I have regretted it ever since.

[Something about this answer doesn't sound very sincere.]

[frostythehitman]

Mmhmm. Try again.

[robopriest]

I...have a nasty scar in the shape of the devil?

[HANSA YOUR LIES,]

[frostythehitman]

You're getting worse at this.

[robopriest]

What can I say? I mean, you're putting me on the spot, I have to come up with something.

[frostythehitman]

You could always just say the truth.

[robopriest]

Where would the fun of that be? Unless you just want to tackle me and find out, but should you do that to a holy man like myself?

[frostythehitman]

I shouldn't, and I won't.

[ crosses his arms ]

Just weird that you're so damn intent on hiding something.

[robopriest]

[There's a challenging sort of look in his eyes, glimmering with amusement.]

What is there to hide?

[frostythehitman]

[ Oh well if you're gonna look at him with THAT look on your face, then he's not gonna rest until he figures this out ]

That's the million dollar question, isn't it?

What are you so scared of me seeing?

[robopriest]

[He barks out a laugh.]

Scared? [And then a pause.] I just think you'll be scared of me, actually.

[frostythehitman]

[ Raises a single eyebrow. ]

Try me.

[robopriest]

Oh, I'm just a cyborg that was made to rip apart demons with my bare hands.

[He says it with as much sincerity as he did the lies he said before. Hansa,]

[frostythehitman]

[ What does it say about him that that genuinely almost makes more sense to him than the other options beforehand.

Vezda eyes him up and down, as if he can somehow verify this on sight. ]

...What parts?

[ Because, well, Hansa's head is definitely flesh and bone. So the cyborg bits would have to be somewhere. ]

[robopriest]

[Just casually:]

Oh, arms and legs. Pelvis. Pretty much most of my abdomen. Teeth. Ribs. I'm seventy percent metal.

[frostythehitman]

Hmm.

[ He'll just stand there absorbing this information for a few seconds...

And then lunge forward lightning-fast to try smacking a hand against one of his arms. Is there gonna be a telltale clang noise? ]