[ Appreciative staring is what the young god is going for with his look. Quiet awe at his magnificence, etc. He gets fairly mixed results, but it's a good look coming from K. K's opinion matters to Tech Boy (for some reason he'd hadn't put a name to), and it pleases him immensely. Few things did that these days.
Seeing the flower crown, he opens his mouth to say something flippant and rude about the weird pagan shit that the natives are forcing on everyone-- but he stops short, remembering the hurt look on K's face when he'd snapped over text. Despite how fast his divinely artificial mind works, it still takes a moment for him to work out how to react to the gift. Ultimately he decides to shut his mouth and nod in acceptance.
Tech Boy releases K's arm by stretching his hand with a little wiggle of his fingers. He squares himself to K, only a few inches shorter, and clasps his hands in front of him, ready to be crowned. It's the synthetic ones that sold it. The interruption is forgiven. ]
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Seeing the flower crown, he opens his mouth to say something flippant and rude about the weird pagan shit that the natives are forcing on everyone-- but he stops short, remembering the hurt look on K's face when he'd snapped over text. Despite how fast his divinely artificial mind works, it still takes a moment for him to work out how to react to the gift. Ultimately he decides to shut his mouth and nod in acceptance.
Tech Boy releases K's arm by stretching his hand with a little wiggle of his fingers. He squares himself to K, only a few inches shorter, and clasps his hands in front of him, ready to be crowned. It's the synthetic ones that sold it. The interruption is forgiven. ]