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maskormenacelogs2014-09-23 04:37 pm
weapabilities) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-09-23 04:37 pm
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Nobody writes 'em like they used to. [OPEN]
WHO: Drift and YOU
WHERE: The streets of Herpoa, he's exploring.
WHEN: Sep 23rd, all day.
WHAT: Drift takes the new body out for a test drive, determined to stay in decent shape.
WARNINGS: Stupid robot.
He has tried to avoid the outside as much as possible up until this point. Curiosity and wanderlust always get the better of him. In a way, he was almost glad he'd been banished from the Lost Light, he decides into his ice cream cone. The pink melts slowly over his fingers and he struggles to lick them clean. No, he was definitely feeling very free at that moment, he tells himself as he passes by another busy street.
Look at him, he's even blending in. So long as he doesn't try to take off his pants again.
He has no destination in mind, but being cooped up far outweighed being clothed as far as annoyance. He had to satisfy himself with seeing what was to be seen. He'd never really go to get to know humans, or culture all that well when he was hiding from them. Now, he's just another organic, squishing their way down the street.
His attention is stolen from trying to keep the melting ice cream under control and it is all but abandoned when he spots a cat crouched on a fence. Hesitantly, he's reaching out. It sniffs his fingers and then hops down, winding around his legs. It's kind of cute. As cats are fickle, it scampers off down the street.
"Hey wait-!" Ah. And there goes his ice cream. On the ground.
"Damn it."
WHERE: The streets of Herpoa, he's exploring.
WHEN: Sep 23rd, all day.
WHAT: Drift takes the new body out for a test drive, determined to stay in decent shape.
WARNINGS: Stupid robot.
He has tried to avoid the outside as much as possible up until this point. Curiosity and wanderlust always get the better of him. In a way, he was almost glad he'd been banished from the Lost Light, he decides into his ice cream cone. The pink melts slowly over his fingers and he struggles to lick them clean. No, he was definitely feeling very free at that moment, he tells himself as he passes by another busy street.
Look at him, he's even blending in. So long as he doesn't try to take off his pants again.
He has no destination in mind, but being cooped up far outweighed being clothed as far as annoyance. He had to satisfy himself with seeing what was to be seen. He'd never really go to get to know humans, or culture all that well when he was hiding from them. Now, he's just another organic, squishing their way down the street.
His attention is stolen from trying to keep the melting ice cream under control and it is all but abandoned when he spots a cat crouched on a fence. Hesitantly, he's reaching out. It sniffs his fingers and then hops down, winding around his legs. It's kind of cute. As cats are fickle, it scampers off down the street.
"Hey wait-!" Ah. And there goes his ice cream. On the ground.
"Damn it."
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"That wasn't very good multitasking," he says, pleasant enough for the unconventional greeting.
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"Yeah I- just. I couldn't..." He wipes his hands off sheepishly.
"I'm kind of having a day."
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It might be a vaguely confusing question to a native, there are too many things it might to apply to. But an imPort's mind will go to just one thing first. Chrollo waits to see if that's the case here, as he suspects.
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"Are you local or...?" He half-mumbles, still trying to mitigate the mess.