[There it is again--that odd, unexpected, not unpleasant stumble in his chest (?) when Yu interrupts to protect him. Chatterclock pauses for half a beat, but then he shares a wave of gentle warmth: gratitude, but reassurance and a hand on his chest. Take it easy, bro. It's okay. He's not bothered.
As if to prove it, he even gives Rise, that strange second presence beyond Yu, something like a mental wave over Yu's shoulder. Hello, he's friendly; he's not gonna deafen Yu by trying to shout a greeting but here he is, olly olly oxen-free, etc.
To answer the question Yosuke didn't get to finish asking:]
Not really, nah.
[He knows, more or less, what Yosuke's getting at. He's not human, he's not a living being--at least, not exactly. Chatterclock's not going to fault a dude for telling it like it is, you know?]
Sleep, I guess? I could use some shut-eye after all this adventuring. But it's not like a sword's got cells to fuel so I don't need to eat or anything, I was mostly kidding.
[..."Mostly?" Chatterclock, please.
He's distracted from his own conversation, though, by the worsening feedback he's getting from Yu. Chatterclock checks ahead and doesn't sense any danger, but his own range is starting to shrink, and he's worried it won't take more than a summer breeze to knock Yu down at this point.]
So, Yosuke, hey. Are the rest of your friends close yet?
[He doesn't say why he's asking. He feels like Yu might pass out on those stairs, but he's not going to out a guy's condition to his best friend if he can help it.]
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As if to prove it, he even gives Rise, that strange second presence beyond Yu, something like a mental wave over Yu's shoulder. Hello, he's friendly; he's not gonna deafen Yu by trying to shout a greeting but here he is, olly olly oxen-free, etc.
To answer the question Yosuke didn't get to finish asking:]
Not really, nah.
[He knows, more or less, what Yosuke's getting at. He's not human, he's not a living being--at least, not exactly. Chatterclock's not going to fault a dude for telling it like it is, you know?]
Sleep, I guess? I could use some shut-eye after all this adventuring. But it's not like a sword's got cells to fuel so I don't need to eat or anything, I was mostly kidding.
[..."Mostly?" Chatterclock, please.
He's distracted from his own conversation, though, by the worsening feedback he's getting from Yu. Chatterclock checks ahead and doesn't sense any danger, but his own range is starting to shrink, and he's worried it won't take more than a summer breeze to knock Yu down at this point.]
So, Yosuke, hey. Are the rest of your friends close yet?
[He doesn't say why he's asking. He feels like Yu might pass out on those stairs, but he's not going to out a guy's condition to his best friend if he can help it.]