baymax had gotten seperated from his friends a while ago. he knows they’re out in the crowd, familiar faces lost in a sea of uncreognizable people. even beyond that, he knows where they are, vaguely. his previous scan of the area had helped him place where exactly they were, and if he really wanted to he could just slowly make the journey to them. but right now, he’s too busy trying to make sense of the person covered in blood. “there are visible signs of injury,” he blinks, head tilted to the side as his little robot brain struggles to make sense of fake blood. “but there is no wound.” there’s a pause as he blinks again, letting the silence hang around them as his programming fails to resolve this issue. “i can not compute.”
notsobighiro:
baymax had gotten seperated from his friends a while ago. he knows they’re out in the crowd, familiar faces lost in a sea of uncreognizable people. even beyond that, he knows where they are, vaguely. his previous scan of the area had helped him place where exactly they were, and if he really wanted to he could just slowly make the journey to them. but right now, he’s too busy trying to make sense of the person covered in blood. “there are visible signs of injury,” he blinks, head tilted to the side as his little robot brain struggles to make sense of fake blood. “but there is no wound.” there’s a pause as he blinks again, letting the silence hang around them as his programming fails to resolve this issue. “i can not compute.”
he had definitely never seen anything like this, and he’d seen a lot of weird shit in his days. “Oh, um, well, it’s fake blood and... like a little bit of magic. I don’t-- Do robots understand the concept of magic?” King had never met a robot before. Unless the roomba he had counts. “you are a robot right? this isn’t just a weird costume and act?”













