I've outgrown this me, This fragment that stands in front of me.
import.interface.humanoid; Human kagamineLen = new Human(System.in); if( kagamineLen == responsivelyAlive ) { System.out.println( introCard ); } else { System.out.println( emergencyCall ); }
He greeted him with a simple hi. And yet he flees? What for? Eyes that narrow, sapphires honing in on that boy's brilliantly blond hair-- a human...! Why should a human be afraid of his presence? A terminator? A weapon of destruction? He'll have you know that Len is very incapable of such actions of vulgarity. He will not participate it one bit. Then again, that boy is human. Perhaps the concept of lookalikes, manufactured and falsely designed under untrue material, is that male's own definition of what is vulgar and what is not. But it still bothers the boy, after all. Running away because he saw his face? That's rude, isn't it?
"Oiii...where do you think you're going, huh?" A soft murmur slithers from his lips, enough to heed ears aback to his voice as he snatches his lookalike's collar, reeling him back. "Got a problem with my face?" Though it's an odd question since the both of them shared the same construction of identity.