[Luckily for Turing, when that first passing glance fully registers, Iwa stops in his tracks and does a double take. That’s...a tiny...robot (maybe)? Certainly not the larger one he remembers getting in between he and Mr. Gamer Boy. It’s enough to cause him to stop and stare long enough to hear the little thing’s plea, which is only more baffling. This is like Ren’s curry delivery all over again. That had been done with the best of intentions, maybe this would be too, but...
no subject
[He frowns, stuffs his hands in his pockets.]
Not necessary.
[Also, what...are you???]