she hadn’t meant to draw the other’s attention, really–
but curiosity was a force she was always powerless to resist.
( the purple and pink were really a pretty combination, but dangerous, for she wanted to touch )
but she does as advised, pale fingers halting in their movement,
and eventually falling back to her side, scolded as their owner.
though hesitant, she steps a bit closer, loud in the otherwise quietness;
mismatched eyes wander, not expecting to understand - none of them did, after all -
but interested nonetheless; it was rare enough to not be thrown completely from the room.
( & she wanted to make the most of it before her inevitable expulsion from said room )
❝ …what are you working on? ❞
❝Kek, whatever, just don't touch anything in this room, unless you want to lose a limb or two & in that case, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.❞
THE FOUL DISPOSITION upon the youth's countenance relaxes in scarce quantities at the sound of the apology, staring FIXEDLY with scientific skepticism before returning his view to more important matters at hand. Gradually does he grow to forget the fox-girl's unwanted company as he types away another block of coding, optimizing his new module's firing rate to where it can fire a steady stream of bullets to the intended target; silent utterances muster encrypted walls of codes, his movements as though POSSESSED by an otherworldly being whilst maintaining a focus so unlike his cantankerous, short-fused demeanor. Once more does he pause, however, begrudgingly forced to condense the novellas of equations & mathematical functions hovering to a few, short statements for the unenlightened (’tis in times such as these that he yearned for an intellectual equal--sans Eve--who held even an IOTA of understanding for the sciences).
❝A new Dynamo, one that can fire on its own and I can deploy in the air. My only gripe’s the fact that I can’t get its AI to work properly, dammit!❞