Force of habit , metalwork drills the importance of details into you .
( There's more to it than that . It's not just habits . It's ... almost deja vu . Not that he'd care to admit that . )
... You got a name , by chance ?
there is nowhere for the smoke to go . i don't breathe the way you do . i don't breathe at all .
( hand extends to take the cigarette just for means of assessing it, turning hand over to examine its cherry . )
Come on, just one hit. Not like itβll fry your circuits or whatever you got going on inside you.
( shaking his hand, almost to entice her to grab it. )
( she feels a little too seen . she mimics a frown, though the emotion behind it is anything but false . )
you are very observant . i'll give you that, but nothing about me is poetic, this is all for show .
I'm calling you volatile .
( There's a long moment where he doesn't blink . Taking everything in ... )
... Custom job . Remarkable faceplate , the pretend hair that mimics a tattoo with the design .
Proof that you express , you live.
... It's as poetic as it is artistic .
( she almost reaches for the cigarette, hand lifting a fraction but she ultimately shakes her head, dismissive but grateful . )
can't . won't work . you should put that thing out, but that's just a suggestion .
Trust me. These cancer sticks arenβt going to be what puts me in the dirt.
( seeing her circle him like a shark, he couldnβt help but chuckle and remove the cigarette from his lips. Extending it out towards her. )
you at least should not smoke, it's bad for your lungs . you can get sick, whereas i cannot .
( she steps in a little closer, circling him a bit, just observing . she wonders what it's like to smoke for real, if it burns, what it
Consider me flattered then. That youβd like to copy humanityβs worse habits. Gotta take the bad with the good I suppose.
( placing the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it in an instant. )