Stars: *nods* Let's go then, Deckard. *there's only a slight hesitation before calling him by name. They'll step into an airlock, Yuuta safe within Stars' sealed canopy* Cross your arms like this. *crosses his arms over his chest* And turn around.
Deckard: *hesitates, eyeing the vacuum of space outside the viewport* I'll be fine, but . . . is your compartment there sealed and pressurized? Going out there will /kill/ him otherwise. *not going to assume the other robot has thought of that, can't afford to!*
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