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[evilgrows]

There's some-- some easy solution to all of this, right? Surviving the cycle with your sanity intact? Something I'm overlooking? Am I too distracted?

[Dressed in a black tank top, Robotnik looks... well, stressed out, mostly. And weirdly translucent. And sweaty. Definitely moonblessing issues. His hair's a mess, his mustache isn't faring much better, and he's pacing back and forth judging by the movement of the screen. Of course, the obvious solution is staring him right in the face, but he's ignoring that right now.

He's not even sure why he's bothering with the network. He was intending to suffer in silence, get this over with, get back to what passes for normal around here. But he wants to talk to people. Since fucking when? People are the last thing he needs, ever, but especially now.

Iris, he's concluded over and over again, is indeed the worst.]

Barring the obvious, I mean. It's-- It's incredible. I thought-- I thought I could take it, thought I could handle it. Nothing stumps me like this. [He runs a hand through his hair.] Everything has been... inconclusive. Ridiculous! Inconclusive! Think about it! I can't figure it out! Me!

[He's babbling. But in his defense he's running through his first Iris cycle on the heels of having a serious fucking case of alien-mind-share-device-induced brain junk data. Shit's fucked.]

How the hell do you live like this?

[Yes, he's absolutely making way too big of a deal out of this but he doesn't care.

He'll care later, probably. He'll definitely care later. But not now.]

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gonna go ahead put this on private;

[undeserted]

[ You can almost hear the eyeroll. ]

Right. I can tell.

[ Moving on. ] Look, I know this is weird, but... I have something that can help. Or, I know who to call to get it. If you can hang tight for a second, I could try and get a hold of them.

[ Might be more than a second though, he can feel another heat wave coming and wow they are a pair aren't they. ]

[evilgrows]

This whole goddamn thing is weird.

[Which is, of course, a massive understatement.]

If it's the person with that alleged "tranquility" power thing, I'm considering it.

[But he's also shopping around for solutions, so.]

Otherwise... let me know what you've got.

[undeserted]

Er-- no, it's more like. Uh.

[ You know he really should be over his terminal shyness at this point, honestly. ]

It's a. Toy. Someone named Naoto made one for me, and I'm sure she would give one to you too if you asked.

[evilgrows]

Ah.

[Always boils down to that, huh. Always, always, always.]

I've already obtained a few... things, but they haven't been as helpful as I'd hoped. Is it... better?

[undeserted]

[ This is never not gonna suck. Keith sighs and just goes for it. ]

I don't know what you have, but Naoto's can...change shape. And size. Er, depending on which kind of toy you want. I dunno if you'd find that helpful, but... [ The 'I do' is implied right? He hopes so. ]

[evilgrows]

That sounds... fascinating by novelty alone, honestly.

[HE'LL ADMIT THAT, ALRIGHT. SOUNDS NEAT. MAYBE NOT ON A NORMAL DAY BUT.

But.]

Is that, uh, local magic technology?

[Y'know, just try to make it seem like you're more interested in the technology aspect! Genius!]