The laugh made Zenkichi’s lips twitch—just a little—into another grin. The concept of microbots sounded concerning to anyone normal. But Zenkichi? He couldn’t resist turning it into another chance to play it cool.

“Awh—are you worried about me, Hamuko-chan?” he teased, letting the grin widen just enough to be smug. “It’s sweet. Really. I’m touched.”

He presses his hand to his chest. "I’ve handled worse. It’s just part of me being Unhuman."