there lies my sanity, there goes my mind, i could not saveㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi don't trust what i see right in frontㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤof me, i don't know who to betray
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death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit
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* ‼️ ﹙ his eyes widen from the kiss, shades skewed. before he can even think of returning the kiss, they'd pulled away. ﹚
... haah. didn't quite catch that, doll.
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he scoffs. “ unless you're crazy enough to bring tools. then again, she just looks like she needs a motherboard repair. i'm sure someone like you can do that. ”
he glances away, eyebrows narrowed. he wants to ask if they were injured, but the question stays in his throat.
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nimbus hums, gaze dropping to the bot in front of them. he stays quiet, not responding to their question as he lightly nudges his foot against the bot.
“ then why are you doing it here? ”
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mika stayed quiet as they takes a deep breath, trying not to give more attention than they could spare. they turn back towards nimbus, a frown tugging at their lips.
“ do you keep asking questions, i thought you wouldn't ever show your face to me ever again. ”
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“ me? nice? you should know by now, love. ” nimbus hums, watching the bot fly back to his side. he reaches a hand up to lightly nudge it, similar to a cat.
hearing them speak almost makes him laugh. clearly trying to sound mean... “ what? i live here, idiot. ”
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“ could have been nicer. ”⠀mika mumbles, watching the robot spin before returning to nimbus' side. they kept quiet as they stared at the cloth in their hands.
“ what are you doing here .͟.͟. ”⠀mika tries their best to spit venom, but it comes out restrained.
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he watches as the robot that was following him circle around. he couldn't ever let go of this kid, the last thing he has of mika. he doesn't think the bot would listen to him anyway.
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“ you looked pathetic, ” nimbus simply said, shoving his hands in his pockets after adjusting his shades. yet, behind those shades, his gaze is on them.
“ can't let someone as soppy looking as you be pathetic on the streets. ”
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the robot following nimbus signals in glee towards the other two, almost as if like reunion as they spin around each other despite the grief in front of mika. mika knew each robot by distinct sound soㅡ they squint, yet still take the cloth to rub their face.
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he had simply been passing by. honestly, he was only planning to take a stroll. but he hears the explosion, and OBVIOUSLY he wants to see what's up— only to spot mika.
he stops in his tracks, chewing his lip. he wants to turn around, but his feet drag him to them.
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tinkering outside this time, their robot malfunctioned in the middle of the streets as they squinted, having their goggles on. andㅡ boom. a mini explosion to their face as they coughed from the smoke inhaled.
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they sell really good noodles. don't really shoo anyone away either as long as you don't cause shit. ﹙ he remembers plenty of establishments banning him. all except this. ﹚
they don't just serve noodles, obviously. but its their specialty.
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there's a place that i can show you! they make really good food, they ...
﹙ a pause. right. can't go there anymore. he adjusts his shades. ﹚
ah, they're probably closed. i'll show you the second best location. know chen's noodles?
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﹙ unfortunately, he won't. so, he simply chooses to shove his hands in his pockets with a small hum. ﹚
have any particular place you wanna go? stole some cash from knave, so i can spoil you rotten.
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﹙ slow blink. he looks towards zinnia's direction, raising his glasses to look at her. ﹚
hey zin. ﹙ he drops the cigarette below his foot, crushing it. ﹚ what'd you need?
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﹙⠀nimbus falls quiet for a moment. it almost seems like he wouldn't respond.⠀﹚
... they're... a good person. a pretty good inventor, too. made bots to pick up the ninja's slack. got tired of 'em not doing enough.
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uhm, do youㅡ well, uhm. what is⠀.͟.͟.⠀what is the civilian like .ᐣ
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they make... really good food, too. overwork 'emselves to death. sarcastic. funny. little to no self-preservation since they always invite me in.
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