@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 couldnât have been human, unless they were some dedicated nerd in a very elaborate costume.Â
    âDamn.    Yer a flashy one, ainât ya?â
  Is what she greets with, not really thinking before she spoke. Sheâs a little awed, in all honesty, so thatâs probably why she doesnât register what came out of her mouth.
âI guess I am. Itâs not like Iâm trying to be, though.â
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 wasnât much she could do about it. The best she could do was let her wings disappear, which wouldnât change much about her costume..
The person she was talking to didnât seem all friendly at all, but she was not going to just keep it at that. She didnât know, after all. She shouldnât just judge by appearance and first words. She couldnât really understand emotions, still, so she couldnât judge on that.













