Elria,
Tyson rested his head in Nancy's lap while they both sat on the park bench. He was deep in thought as Nancy's fingers brushed against the triangular-shaped metallic Meta-bot on his chest.
"Does it seriously listen to you?" Nancy asked, a little skeptical.
She had heard from Steve that Ryuk's Meta-bot strangely talked to him, and Tyson had said something similar. But unlike Ryuk, Tyson had never claimed his Meta-bot could talk—only that it listened and reacted in its own way, almost as if it had a will of its own.
"Yeah," Tyson said, glancing up at her—at her heaving chest and the way her eyes looked down at him with curiosity.
"Excuse me? Sir?" Nancy tapped the Meta-bot. "Are you listening?"
"He doesn't respond to anyone besides me—" Before Tyson could finish, the Meta-bot blinked white light. "Seriously?"
He sat up, frowning. "You really like to make a fool of me, don't you? Like in the last fight—you nearly got me killed."
