[being locked in a room with a stranger and told to brainstorm is... well, that doesn't even sound like a punishment to hiro. that sounds like a combination of an icebreaker and a good time. come up with ideas for missions, huh? things that ursula can do to help them out? this sounds like all sorts of a good time.]
So what do you think's missing from here? It could be worse. I wouldn't mind some video games or something like that, though.
[there's a smile on his face. hiro is perfectly aware that the person he's talking to might not know anything about video games, and it's difficult to tell from his expression whether he's 100% serious about the video games or just trying to get a reaction. regardless, it's a good way to start things rolling, rather than the awkward staring and introductions and all that.]
d;
[some people, when approached with the task of telling these droids to bring them anything, would find creative things to ask. hiro isn't unique in this ability, but he'd come up with something for the droids to bring him - and received something that was almost completely not what he'd asked for. what makes this proposition interesting for hiro isn't the fact that it didn't give him what it wanted, but the fact that it gave him something that was close to (but not quite) the exact opposite of the thing he wanted.
some people would have gotten frustrated at the droids' inability to deliver what they'd asked for. hiro, on the other hand, had seen an experiment in the making, and as a result, anyone who is coming across him will see a teenager who has approximately eight or nine random geegaws and doohickeys around him. one of them appears to be some sort of double-ended plunger; another is a plastic pizza whose toppings appear to be other, smaller pizzas. presumably they're objects that the droids have brought him.
right now, he's addressing the droids again.]
Can I get some pureed sneakers?
[the droid rushes off, burbling and chirping and generally making droidlike noises that might not be either burbling or chirping.
oh, hello, person. hiro waves his arms at the pile of assorted gadgets.] Don't worry, I'll get this cleaned up. But if you want one of them, you're welcome to it.
[a wise person wouldn't ask what he's doing because that's a very dangerous thing to ask, given that he has just asked the robots to provide him with pureed sneakers. a curious person, however, might want to know what anyone would want with pureed sneakers. maybe he's on an extremely unhealthy diet.]
hiro kageyama • devil survivor 2
[being locked in a room with a stranger and told to brainstorm is... well, that doesn't even sound like a punishment to hiro. that sounds like a combination of an icebreaker and a good time. come up with ideas for missions, huh? things that ursula can do to help them out? this sounds like all sorts of a good time.]
So what do you think's missing from here? It could be worse. I wouldn't mind some video games or something like that, though.
[there's a smile on his face. hiro is perfectly aware that the person he's talking to might not know anything about video games, and it's difficult to tell from his expression whether he's 100% serious about the video games or just trying to get a reaction. regardless, it's a good way to start things rolling, rather than the awkward staring and introductions and all that.]
d;
[some people, when approached with the task of telling these droids to bring them anything, would find creative things to ask. hiro isn't unique in this ability, but he'd come up with something for the droids to bring him - and received something that was almost completely not what he'd asked for. what makes this proposition interesting for hiro isn't the fact that it didn't give him what it wanted, but the fact that it gave him something that was close to (but not quite) the exact opposite of the thing he wanted.
some people would have gotten frustrated at the droids' inability to deliver what they'd asked for. hiro, on the other hand, had seen an experiment in the making, and as a result, anyone who is coming across him will see a teenager who has approximately eight or nine random geegaws and doohickeys around him. one of them appears to be some sort of double-ended plunger; another is a plastic pizza whose toppings appear to be other, smaller pizzas. presumably they're objects that the droids have brought him.
right now, he's addressing the droids again.]
Can I get some pureed sneakers?
[the droid rushes off, burbling and chirping and generally making droidlike noises that might not be either burbling or chirping.
oh, hello, person. hiro waves his arms at the pile of assorted gadgets.] Don't worry, I'll get this cleaned up. But if you want one of them, you're welcome to it.
[a wise person wouldn't ask what he's doing because that's a very dangerous thing to ask, given that he has just asked the robots to provide him with pureed sneakers. a curious person, however, might want to know what anyone would want with pureed sneakers. maybe he's on an extremely unhealthy diet.]