"Wouldn't that be annoying? People want to see you--- not me or anyone else--- and watch you play video games." Will responded hesitantly, voice dropping into the lower register that indicated anxiety. He flushed at the thought of exposing himself to the public. Though accustomed to being stared at he had always been shy and prone to hiding. Yet there was a certain temptation to sharing his passion for storytelling with a wider audience. "That's... I mean... it's not exactly 'cool'."
The boy followed obediently at Hana's side. He spared a thought for gratitude that her legs were not significantly longer than his own; it was easy to keep up. A conscious effort was made not to hang back anxiously when they entered the swell of the thoroughfare. It was unnervingly close despite the wide corridors and cloyingly warm in the mall.
"A tablet? Like the clay things people used to carve on?" Will asked, obviously perplexed by the bizarre connection. Weren't tablets ancient technology? Had they been brought back in the future? Perhaps with the rise of digital people needed SOMETHING concrete for backup.
Oh dear, a robot indoors. The dorm supervisors would have an aneurysm and Will would be ejected into the streets. He was not yet a good enough artist to make a living sketching portraits to pay room and board. Definitely not bringing MEKA to his tiny bedroom. "My room is small so it definitely wouldn't fit. Outside is good. Won't it attract a lot of attention, though?"