[ Snack machine? He doesn't get the difference. In any case, X-24 turns away when he realises the girl isn't a threat.
Not quite understanding the mechanics of bottle opening, he pokes at the cap with a single claw, pushing it in to cut the plastic.
The claw is too big, though, and the whole bottle falls apart, and X-24 gets angry enough to throw the remains far away in a beautiful, reaching arc. ]
[ She's not about to fight him for half a can of soda. Those claws are already too close to her in the act of grabbing and she is very, very still. ] You could have asked.
[ Fortunately, successfully getting the can has his claws sinking back into his fists. X-24 sniffs at the opening before drinking, the fizz hardly bothersome when the things the whitecoats made him drink were always so much worse.
He doesn't like how sweet it is, but he finishes the whole thing. Weird enough, though, it leaves him wanting more, rather than having him satisfied the way water does.
He crushes the can and drops it.
Then looks up at the girl with narrowed eyes in a silent demand for another one like it. ]
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Not quite understanding the mechanics of bottle opening, he pokes at the cap with a single claw, pushing it in to cut the plastic.
The claw is too big, though, and the whole bottle falls apart, and X-24 gets angry enough to throw the remains far away in a beautiful, reaching arc. ]
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His eyes go to her can instead. That's something to drink.
Without a word, he makes to grab it. ]
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[ She might be mildly offended, though. ]
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He doesn't like how sweet it is, but he finishes the whole thing. Weird enough, though, it leaves him wanting more, rather than having him satisfied the way water does.
He crushes the can and drops it.
Then looks up at the girl with narrowed eyes in a silent demand for another one like it. ]