[ The machinery embedded into Mikazuki's back makes the measurement process a bit trickier, but he doesn't falter. He works efficiently, accounting for the slight extra volume a jacket might have to accommodate. When he's taken the number for his waist, he gingerly moves the tape measure to the width of his shoulders, then to the circumference of his bicep. ]
When you were little, for work. [ He repeats thoughtfully. ] By choice?
Yeah. [ Though the actuality of the situation was a little more dire than he's making it out to be — get the implants or stay on the streets — the answer is truthful. He could choose either of those things, so he chose the path that would let him survive. ] With the surgery, kids like us could get work without going to school.
[ Were his shoulders and arms not occupied, it seems like he could shrug, though he doesn't. ]
[ Without going to school? Now his illiteracy makes even more sense than before. It would seem that Mikazuki focused almost entirely on piloting, if he went so far as to get permanent changes to his body. ]
I fail to see what isn't respectable about any work that puts food on the table or helps you survive.
[ Now, he moves on to measure Mikazuki's height and pant seam length. It doesn't take very long, for obvious reasons, but he double checks anyway. ]
[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
[ Percival only stops what he's doing for a brief moment. He takes one last measurement and straightens up, making a few last notes on the notepad he's taken ahold of.
He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Yeah. [ A lack of hesitation follows the question that seemed ill-suited to him. Every time he's come up against something, his insatiable drive to destroy has never been out of malice, but just — ] I wanted to live.
[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
I do not know the circumstances you had, not truly. Whether I think your decision is right or wrong is irrelevant, so long as you believe you acted justly.
[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
[ He does what he can, nothing more and nothing less, in his eyes or anyone else's. At least if he can help it. He's quiet after that, not entirely complacent, but definitely less edgy than before. ...honestly it's probably a little unnerving. ]
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When you were little, for work. [ He repeats thoughtfully. ] By choice?
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[ Were his shoulders and arms not occupied, it seems like he could shrug, though he doesn't. ]
It wasn't respectable work though.
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I fail to see what isn't respectable about any work that puts food on the table or helps you survive.
[ Now, he moves on to measure Mikazuki's height and pant seam length. It doesn't take very long, for obvious reasons, but he double checks anyway. ]
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[ Mikazuki takes a glance over his shoulder, calm and curious, but not all that impassive. While he's not the most emotive, he does look as though he's genuine enough about posing it as a question. He's learned a lot about what people think of choices since waking up here. ]
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He is no stranger to death and fighting, but it seems as though something about his choices disturbs Mikazuki himself. ]
Do you believe you made the right choice?
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[ Not minding which tense he uses, he looks over. ]
Are you done?
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[ Or in self-preservation, which Mikazuki seems to imply.
He looks back down at the pad, then to their surroundings. Even now, no one has come by to assist. ]
I am. It seems as though I'll have to do the legwork of finding appropriate pieces, as well. Stay here.
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I won't go anywhere.