@brokenemotioncircuits
Metal. It smells like metal. Geared eyes shift up from where they previously rested on the ground for no particular reason; the entity her gaze was met with couldn’t have been human, unless they were some dedicated nerd in a very elaborate costume.
“Damn. Yer a flashy one, ain’t ya?”
Is what she greets with, not really thinking before she spoke. She’s a little awed, in all honesty, so that’s probably why she doesn’t register what came out of her mouth.
“I guess I am. It’s not like I’m trying to be, though.”
She let out a soft shrug, not caring much about the person in front of her. She knew that her appearance would call a lot of attention, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. The best she could do was let her wings disappear, which wouldn’t change much about her costume..
The person she was talking to didn’t seem all friendly at all, but she was not going to just keep it at that. She didn’t know, after all. She shouldn’t just judge by appearance and first words. She couldn’t really understand emotions, still, so she couldn’t judge on that.










