[ He really isn't sure what to expect when the cyborg starts pressing at his nose. First of all, who puts a button there? Aizawa watches with curiousity, and though he had expected something nonsensical he still blinks in incredulity when the strands of Franky's hair go popping out of his scalp like a child's toy. He won't doubt that the fibers of those hairs have a similar quality to his capture cloth, able to stiffen and become lax with the right control, but the reason for this technology cannot be more ridiculous. ]
I can see the similarity. Even if the application could not be more irrational. [ This is coming from a guy who looks like he has not combed in years, however. There's no way he could appreciate self-styling hair strands. ]
Did you build all that yourself? [ Or maybe he was born like this. It's entirely possible to be born with a robot-like quirk, so he wouldn't discount it. ]
[At this point, Franky may take some of his rational responses as a complement for the sake of... both of them. ]
Aww, thanks brother. [Yep, this feels much better. Aizawa is a rational guy, but at least he can see good technology. Franky gives him a good pat on the shoulder with his large hand.] You still got some good eyes for them being so dried.
With my own two hands. [Not to mention uncovering a secret lab with some great treasure. Franky flashes a grin as he slams both arms together below this time.] Impressive, right? You are looking at a one of a kind artillery missile rocket launching ready to wreck shit cyborg! And--- Many more because I have to keep some secrets for the bigger show.
[ It's definitely odd to be pat on the shoulder with a robotic hand that's probably the size of his chest. ]
You modified your body to this extent ... [ Though some of the functions are still nonsensical to him, he does find the feat impressive. He's also left wondering if there's a reason Franky had to resort to modifying his body like this. Did something happen to his real body? ] You're pretty dedicated to this hobby of yours.
[And the grin keeps on growing. Franky barely dwells about the past.]
The New World is crowded with SUPER strong enemies. Needed the upgrade to do my part in the crew. [Which is true. Franky had to get stronger and this is the best way he knows how.] So, come on. Hurry up and ask.
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I can see the similarity. Even if the application could not be more irrational. [ This is coming from a guy who looks like he has not combed in years, however. There's no way he could appreciate self-styling hair strands. ]
Did you build all that yourself? [ Or maybe he was born like this. It's entirely possible to be born with a robot-like quirk, so he wouldn't discount it. ]
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Aww, thanks brother. [Yep, this feels much better. Aizawa is a rational guy, but at least he can see good technology. Franky gives him a good pat on the shoulder with his large hand.] You still got some good eyes for them being so dried.
With my own two hands. [Not to mention uncovering a secret lab with some great treasure. Franky flashes a grin as he slams both arms together below this time.] Impressive, right? You are looking at a one of a kind artillery missile rocket launching ready to wreck shit cyborg! And--- Many more because I have to keep some secrets for the bigger show.
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You modified your body to this extent ... [ Though some of the functions are still nonsensical to him, he does find the feat impressive. He's also left wondering if there's a reason Franky had to resort to modifying his body like this. Did something happen to his real body? ] You're pretty dedicated to this hobby of yours.
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The New World is crowded with SUPER strong enemies. Needed the upgrade to do my part in the crew. [Which is true. Franky had to get stronger and this is the best way he knows how.] So, come on. Hurry up and ask.