"Woah-" An incredible display of technological prowess. She had no idea Dottore's eye could function as a conduit for his emotions. Sandrone filed that away under must ask about later. "Ignore Fagio. She won't take them unless you want her too."
Fagio retreated momentarily, 🔧
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The segment clutches the flowers close to his chest and grits sharp teeth at poor Fagio .
" For Sandrone , not another . "
The red light on his mask flashes , threateningly .
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🔧 returning with a vase and some fresh water for the table. "You said they were for me? How sweet. You may put them into the vase."
Where did the flowers even come from? Marionette's wonderings quickly turned back to the lanky man hopefully now sitting opposite her. "Now, 🔧
🔧 hovering seats as she took her own.
"You look like you don't get to rest-" Eyes landing on the flower in his hands. "Fagio can deliver those for you if you want. Just so they won't wilt."
Finally a Dottore that /actually/ follows some direction. What a refreshing person. Leading Cray all the way to the courtyard didn't take too long. Fagio had the entire tea set prepared with a fresh steeped floral blend from Fontaine.
"Sit." Gesturing toward one of the 🔧
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" Oh— yes ! "
Quickly following after her . He has never been invited to participate in something with others before . As they pass a bed of flowers , the segment snatches a handful of roses to give to the Seventh .
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“Hey! I only tell when people are being /stupid/!” Motioning for him to follow after her, Sandrone headed off toward the facility’s courtyard. “Yes, you can come. Don’t just stand there, keep up!”
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" Sandro—ne ssjjjiiiss— "
A slight glitch , but nothing that seems to concern him . He continues .
" Sandrone yell . A lot . At everyone . "
Pause .
" Dottore can come ? "
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"Oh? And what did you see while watching?" Hmm. She might be able to make use of this friendship. Huh... a friendship with someone like him... "Would you like to join me for tea?"
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That was a lot of words for him to follow . English is not his first language , so forgive him for tilting his head and staring at her for the longest time .
" Omega tell Dottore to stay away , so Dottore hide and watch . "
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"Sandrone? So you know my name? Why would I care about- /wait/... are you... a /rough draft/?" Sandrone began cackling. Completely losing it. "So he isn't infallible. And why haven't I seen /you/ around here before?"