August 7th, loud robot child voice broadcasting via istone

[tomodachi]

Hey, hey! Today is my "birthday"... I think? Or at least I'm pretty sure I remember that Tim guy saying it should be today.

[there's a long pause, and then...]

What is it that you're supposed to do on birthdays, again?

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[tomodachi]

Yeah... it would probably be better to do something where there ain't a bunch of dead robots hanging around.

[And, you know, his friends slowly dying right now...]

[postictal]

This island will probably be outta here by the end of the month.

[And there is at least one living robot, last he checked. For what it's...worth.]

[tomodachi]

... Good. I hope that happens.

[He's so done with Umui]

[postictal]

Me too, kiddo.

[He covers his mouth for another cough. Then another.]

You're not...you're feeling okay, right? Not...sick or anything?

[tomodachi]

Nah, I'm good. I'm too tough to get sick or anything like that.

[uh-huh, sure Crow...]

[postictal]

Good.

Just...uh, let me know if you start feeling like you are. Okay?

[tomodachi]

... Yeah, okay.

What about you though?

[postictal]

I'm fine.

[He winces, but it goes unseen.]

You don't have to worry.

[tomodachi]

[> PRESS X FOR DOUBT]

If you say so.

[postictal]

[HE'S FINE PROBABLY]

You on the new island right now, or...?

[tomodachi]

Hell no, I didn't want to look at a bunch of dead robots any more than I have to.

[Not exactly a great idea for a robot's birthday.]

[postictal]

Good. That's...probably good if you stay off it.