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[AND BAM! Suddenly there is a picture of a decapitated robot head filling your screen. You're welcome, Tu Shanshu.

The photo is pulled away then, revealing Leo sitting in his suite filled with metals and sketches and other materials of the mechanic variety just scattered everywhere and in every direction, and he's looking more than a little excited at his discovery.]

So! Robot head. I found one in the ruins. [He also went through pretty disturbing death and dreaming hallucinations while he was in Sinbrilee, but the only hint that he's still shaken about it is the brief pause before he speaks again.] If no one owns it, I'm taking it. Finders keepers, blah blah. If you're the owner of this super cool robot head, you have 24 hours to get back there and take it. And your time staaarts... now!

[Click! And the feed is gone.]

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[Looking somewhat perplexed:] A 'robot' head? What is that?

Robots! Machines that can carry out complex tasks automatically, as in, like totally without the help of puny humans whatsoever. They need a power source to keep going, obviously, and they have a program installed that helps them do the actions they're supposed to do. In our time we have, like, stuff from robot hands to help with factory tasks like putting lids on cans or whatever, to mechanical dogs that bark and follow you around and are basically real dogs minus the pooping and drooling. But this robot [And he wags the photo in the air as he talks,] looks like it's super advanced, if the design of the head is any indication. I mean just look at those details, man! Super sweet.

[Oh, and he looks very intrigued.] Oh, that is fascinating. Do you know how to make them?

Of course I know how to make them. [LOL he almost kind of sounds insulted at that.] Why, want me to make you one as well?

Of course, if you do not mind showing me how to do it as well? It sounds quite intriguing.

[OMG OMG POTENTIAL NERDBRO]

Sure, why not? FI-1A, drop by anytime! If I'm not there then Buford and Thomas will help you in. [What he is completely leaving out is that Buford and Thomas are magical, walking tables. But! Minor details.]

[POTENTIAL NOTHING, HE IS THE BEST NERDBRO.]

Oh, wonderful, I shall be by anytime you like. [That's okay, he will probably be ridiculously intrigued by them!]

[Chewing on his lower lip as he considers this!] Well, my face and skills are admittedly in pretty high demand, [Leo pls] but I'll make an exception for you and let you drop by today.

I am certain they are. [There's a bit of a twinkle, though, trying to hide a grin. It's harder than you would think, with the prospect of fun new things to take apart.]

In that case, I am very grateful. I am certain you will be an excellent teacher.

Of course I will be. [No, I really won't, he thinks to himself, but he's not going to let that momentary insecurity show in his expression.] See ya!

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[Leo's place is that really obvious suite in the Fire Sector with the near-constant clanging of metal and the occasional "Buford, stop bullying your brother!" thrown in for good measure. A black poster with the words "Danger: Explosives" in white block letters is plastered on the front door with hinges a little bit newer than the rest of the suites in the building. An obvious crack lines the edge of the door, suggesting that it might have almost been blown off once or twice.

The nearer someone stands by the door the louder they can hear the ruckus going on inside, punctuated with the faint beat of dubstep music. The doorbell goes "Hey! Thanks for actually ringing before stepping in. Hang on a sec and I'll be right there to grace you with my presence!" in Leo's voice when pressed.]

[He will certainly be better than so far self-taught Combeferre, at least he has some knowledge of modern technology! Don't worry, Leo, he's still got a lot of catching up to do.]

[Combeferre is entirely unfamiliar with this music, so as far as he is concerned, it is simply noise -- but perhaps the doorbell will get his attention. So he presses it, and stands back and waits.]

Yep, hang on! Buford, could you go get that for me?

[And the door swings open to reveal... a three-legged table. It sort of jumps, which is most probably the table equivalent of saying "hi", and steps back to let Combeferre in.

Leo's apartment is a mess, to put it simply, but an organized mess in Leo's eyes. There are sketches scattered on the floor or taped to the walls, unfinished machines of various types, from motorbikes to air gliders, and nuts and bolts and other different tools laid out on tables. Leo's face pops up from underneath the unfinished motorbike and he gives Combeferre a wave.]

Hey, man! Long time no talk.

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video; log or action? :o

video → action is fine? :3

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