[Hajime has decided that he should lay low for a while as he gets a measure of who all he can trust…or at least make use of in his quest to figure out what’s going on here. Unfortunately for him, laying low involves maintaining the house in which he’s found himself so as not to attract any unwanted attention. Which means yard work. After doing a rather horrible job of butchering—or, as he put it, “trimming”—the hedges, Hajime has been standing in his front yard for the past ten minutes, trying to get his lawnmower running. He’s never had to do anything remotely like this before in his life. After yanking on the cord has done nothing, he’s got the thing turned upside down and is checking to see if something is jammed up in there. He clearly has no idea what he’s doing. A drone approaches, and Hajime is so focused on his attempts to fix the lawnmower he fails to notice.]
Howdy, neighbor! Lawnmower giving you trouble?
[Hajime jumps slightly; he’s used to having senses that would alert him to the drone’s presence long before this. Unfortunately for him, he was fooling with the blades at that moment, and now one of his hands is now bleeding from where he jerked against it. It’s not a bad wound by any means, but it does hurt some. As he clutches his bleeding hand with his good hand, he is still disturbed by the fact that his blood is now red and not whitish-green. He turns to glare at the drone like he’s seriously contemplating using the lawnmower on it. It’s for the best he no longer has the hedge trimmers handy.]
No, it’s working perfectly fine. I am perfectly capable of “tuning up” this absurd machine. This is merely an act of preventative maintenance. I need no help.
[He grits his teeth and still looks very much like he is resisting the urge to commit some act of violence against the drone. The way he is eyeing the lawnmower blades and the screwdriver he was using confirms this. He is mentally reminding himself that he is trying to lay low, which means not pummeling the drone. The drone doesn’t seem to take the hint.]
You sure? You look like you’re having an awful lot of problems there!
[Hajime’s non-injured hand clenches into a fist.]
Really, it’s working perfectly fine. I do not require your assistance.
[An idea occurs to him and he points across the street at a random house.]
You know, over there, he was having a whole lot of trouble with his lawnmower not that long ago. He gave up and went inside. I bet he’d really appreciate your help.
So much more than I would. Since my lawnmower is working perfectly. And I do not require assistance. Of any kind. Ever. For all time.
[Hajime is looking twitchy now; if the drone doesn’t leave, things will get messy.]
You don’t say? Well, I guess I should go over there, then. Take care!
[The drone wanders across the street, leaving Hajime free to go back inside and grab a bandage for his hand, giving one last glare to the still-broken lawnmower as he does so. He’s a little ashamed of himself for outwitting a drone, which isn’t exactly hard, instead of giving it the beating it deserved. He’s rather hoping no one else has witnessed any of this, particularly his Walk of Shame to get the bandage. Unfortunately for his pride, he bumps into a housemate. He immediately moves to hide his injured hand.]
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[Hajime has decided that he should lay low for a while as he gets a measure of who all he can trust…or at least make use of in his quest to figure out what’s going on here. Unfortunately for him, laying low involves maintaining the house in which he’s found himself so as not to attract any unwanted attention. Which means yard work. After doing a rather horrible job of butchering—or, as he put it, “trimming”—the hedges, Hajime has been standing in his front yard for the past ten minutes, trying to get his lawnmower running. He’s never had to do anything remotely like this before in his life. After yanking on the cord has done nothing, he’s got the thing turned upside down and is checking to see if something is jammed up in there. He clearly has no idea what he’s doing. A drone approaches, and Hajime is so focused on his attempts to fix the lawnmower he fails to notice.]
Howdy, neighbor! Lawnmower giving you trouble?
[Hajime jumps slightly; he’s used to having senses that would alert him to the drone’s presence long before this. Unfortunately for him, he was fooling with the blades at that moment, and now one of his hands is now bleeding from where he jerked against it. It’s not a bad wound by any means, but it does hurt some. As he clutches his bleeding hand with his good hand, he is still disturbed by the fact that his blood is now red and not whitish-green. He turns to glare at the drone like he’s seriously contemplating using the lawnmower on it. It’s for the best he no longer has the hedge trimmers handy.]
No, it’s working perfectly fine. I am perfectly capable of “tuning up” this absurd machine. This is merely an act of preventative maintenance. I need no help.
[He grits his teeth and still looks very much like he is resisting the urge to commit some act of violence against the drone. The way he is eyeing the lawnmower blades and the screwdriver he was using confirms this. He is mentally reminding himself that he is trying to lay low, which means not pummeling the drone. The drone doesn’t seem to take the hint.]
You sure? You look like you’re having an awful lot of problems there!
[Hajime’s non-injured hand clenches into a fist.]
Really, it’s working perfectly fine. I do not require your assistance.
[An idea occurs to him and he points across the street at a random house.]
You know, over there, he was having a whole lot of trouble with his lawnmower not that long ago. He gave up and went inside. I bet he’d really appreciate your help.
So much more than I would. Since my lawnmower is working perfectly. And I do not require assistance. Of any kind. Ever. For all time.
[Hajime is looking twitchy now; if the drone doesn’t leave, things will get messy.]
You don’t say? Well, I guess I should go over there, then. Take care!
[The drone wanders across the street, leaving Hajime free to go back inside and grab a bandage for his hand, giving one last glare to the still-broken lawnmower as he does so. He’s a little ashamed of himself for outwitting a drone, which isn’t exactly hard, instead of giving it the beating it deserved. He’s rather hoping no one else has witnessed any of this, particularly his Walk of Shame to get the bandage. Unfortunately for his pride, he bumps into a housemate. He immediately moves to hide his injured hand.]