( * Bending down to take a full glance toward the suit with disgust planting itself upon delicately marked features. Ewww. )
... That's kind of ugly. Like、really damn ugly. So you live with this thing.
hey—! i passed my grades in school.
[ shuffling, eventually lugging the stitchwraith around towards rocket. she hates how heavy the thing is. ]
we didn't build it, by the way. kinda just got stuck with the shitty thing.
Aren't you just the brightest crayon in the box? Calling your gear garbage isn't too surprising though ... we should get you a new one.
( * Time to wait for the demon that is the suit. Awesome. )
hey, you think i want to be left in that thing all the time? besides, it looks like junk so nobody would steal it anyway.
[ rolling his eyes, climbing up over a wall for a moment. ]
spotted him. prepare to lay your eyes upon junk supreme.
[ raising their eyebrow for a moment - before deciding not to comment. she's just as interesting to him. ]
let me go find where we left it . . . shouldn't be too hard.
( * Silent for a moment、tinted lips tugged upward to form gentle curve of a smirk. Looks like she's thrilled by him. )
You're definitely something、alright. Let's get your gear patched up now while we keep talking. C'mon.
once i find him again, he won't know what him this time.
[ finally sporting that devilish little grin. ]
yup. that's how it is with everyone else too. they're friends, and i just hover about.
No. You're just a kid but you're out for blood. It's uncanny to witness the similarities we share. Go get back at whoever hurt you.
( * Like frogs! One more blink. )
So ... not friends. Just acquaintances.