The loading-circle thing he was doing with his rays slowed nearly to a pause briefly, as Sun looked back up more again, toward Ian, but as he seemed unable to reply right away, it picked back up, subtle though it was. "I...."
What could he say to that? He looked back down at the broken appliances on the floor, sinking lower as he did, more as an extension of him looking down, it seemed, than anything -- standing at more of a distance now, it was more obvious how odd his stance was. Legs a bit apart, crouching to negate about two feet of his height, elbows away from his sides, even as he'd turned his hands subtly toward one another, holding them up somewhat in front of him....
It was hard to say he hadn't been designed to resemble a marionette, down to his body language. The way he didn't turn just his head when he looked around, the way his everything seemed to move a little at once, subtly bobbing as he took a step or straightened up or sank down....
Quiet, "I'm not so sure anything I'm actually good at is going to help here," he said, not looking back up yet, rays giving up on doing their loading-circle animation in favor of simply sinking into his head a little, hiding the reddest hues of their orange bases. "If you want to tell me what to do, I can follow directions? I know how to plug things together.... I'm sure I can figure out how to put together computer things! ...I wasn't allowed to touch the computers at the Daycare's desk -- those were for staff only -- but I've put the board of control things back together, in my room, after it fell down.... I even rearranged it to add another charger so the staff couldn't find it!" It was hard to tell if that last part was sheepish, or proud. Both, somehow, maybe? "...If you want me to help in here, I can... but... I don't actually know what I'm supposed to be doing. What I'm supposed to be looking for...."
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What could he say to that? He looked back down at the broken appliances on the floor, sinking lower as he did, more as an extension of him looking down, it seemed, than anything -- standing at more of a distance now, it was more obvious how odd his stance was. Legs a bit apart, crouching to negate about two feet of his height, elbows away from his sides, even as he'd turned his hands subtly toward one another, holding them up somewhat in front of him....
It was hard to say he hadn't been designed to resemble a marionette, down to his body language. The way he didn't turn just his head when he looked around, the way his everything seemed to move a little at once, subtly bobbing as he took a step or straightened up or sank down....
Quiet, "I'm not so sure anything I'm actually good at is going to help here," he said, not looking back up yet, rays giving up on doing their loading-circle animation in favor of simply sinking into his head a little, hiding the reddest hues of their orange bases. "If you want to tell me what to do, I can follow directions? I know how to plug things together.... I'm sure I can figure out how to put together computer things! ...I wasn't allowed to touch the computers at the Daycare's desk -- those were for staff only -- but I've put the board of control things back together, in my room, after it fell down.... I even rearranged it to add another charger so the staff couldn't find it!" It was hard to tell if that last part was sheepish, or proud. Both, somehow, maybe? "...If you want me to help in here, I can... but... I don't actually know what I'm supposed to be doing. What I'm supposed to be looking for...."