creature—— 𝘉𝘋 ——beeps at him once more. arthur wants to poke it. "somethin’ like that. was lookin' for an.. 𝘢𝘤𝘩. it ain’t matter now." a wave, continuing to stare. "he.. sentient?"
"that his name?" there’s no judgement in his tone, merely curiosity (and 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 confusion, sure). steps further into the space, eyes moving from him, the bot, then their surroundings. for a second he considers
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a few sparks scatter from the droid’s
limb, then cal sits up properly. good
as new. “ BD ?̲ yes, nothing i
couldn’t fix, ” eyeing the other up
and down. no inquisitor dresses 》
the possibility of being knocked out—— maybe he’d entered the wrong alley and someone had clocked him over the head… 𝑤hatever the case was, he’s clearly not in his element. stands, awkward—like, as the
he can feel the heat on his neck ebb, little by little. embarrassment, even 𝑤avered, steeples under his skin. likes to think he’s 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵, to some degree. was raised with the need for it ——— lest he
it only takes the minute——long revelation for its posture to stiffen. like someone’s tugged strings of a corset 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, expression bordering on something hesitant in the interim; at least until accompanying drawl & rasp …
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺. though, he’d imagine it’d be in good hands, if he were to hand it off. ".. there’s a place in town, y’know. could get somethin' similar ‘fore that noggin’ of 'yers."
is sewing shut a hole in one of his shirt’s sleeves, this evening. it’s 𝑠loppy, mind, but he doesn’t care ——— cigarette smoke curling around him as he works…
certainly— if 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 are, at the least. and judging by the.. thing’s? critter’s? beeps, he can assume they are. ".. think ah' might’ve taken a wrong turn, somewhere." cause, uh. this obviously