indrid had to smile a bit at the fast-talking robot’s reassurance that he was not, in fact, a narc of any sort - and that he didn’t believe the sylvan was truly doing anything nefarious. it reminded him a bit of himself, in a way - or at least back when he’d first arrived on earth, and how honest he tended to be compared to…well. now.
“ well, you’re definitely not alone there. i don’t think i’m, the ah, ‘cool uncle’ type of cool, either - but i’ve been known to keep a secret or two fairly well. and for whatever reason, i’m inclined to believe you. thank you for entertaining my caution, however. ” his grin turned a little more genuine and less nervous as he held up a hand for the other to shake. then, he bent down to open up a simple cardboard box of various accessories and trinkets one could wear; barrettes, hair ties, bracelets, necklaces, glasses, earrings, wristwatches, hats, belt buckles…. he’d picked them up all over spirale, and the majority of them looked well-worn but in good condition - just enough that it would avoid drawing too much attention.
“ since i assume you’re going to be wearing this fairly often - no offense, of course - “ he just imagined that it was difficult for the other to quite literally fit in to certain places made for smaller folk. while he wasn’t as large as the other, he still tended to have some trouble with that - especially back in kepler, in his own RV. “ - i would suggest picking out something that you wouldn’t mind wearing every day. it doesn’t need to fit you as you are right now, either. ” his own glasses certainly didn’t fit when he had six eyes, let alone the shape or contours of his real face. indrid cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced around for any would-be eavesdroppers before continuing.
“ the second part is what will likely take a bit more consideration; do you have an idea of what you would … prefer to look like? not your outfit - though that is important - but …you? ”
that tended to be the most difficult part, he’d come to realize. “ i mean, i can make something on the fly - but that can be a bit … inconvenient. ” once, he’d accidentally made a goat-man look like a celebrity doppelganger due to his thoughts wandering to a movie he’d watched the night prior. he shuffled around at the bottom of the box, gesturing to some clothing catalogues and other magazines which featured the human models in natural-looking settings - not just what they were wearing. “ these might help to…um, inspire you? if you don’t have an idea in mind. ” he gave a reassuring smile - or one he’d meant to be reassuring. “ i can see that you’re the type of person who prefers to get things done quickly, but i’d urge careful consideration. ” it wasn’t easy to make large edits to a disguise once he’d finished it.
In that case, they're sure to get along-- ironically, Blurr can appreciate someone who knows when to keep their mouth shut.
Shaking the offered hand curtly, the mech turns his attention to the assortment of humanwear. They’re the sort of accessories he‘s seen both in Detroit and here in Spirale, although he’s never paid any particular attention to them, or to organic fashion in general.
He in-vents, optics flicking from the box to the shopkeep and back again. “Not too often, I hope! I don’t know about you but I happen to like my form and believe me I’ve spent long enough bent out of shape to appreciate being me myself in my body as it ought to be. This is for limited use only.” Blurr really doesn’t know about his new acquaintance; is this the man’s natural form, or does he make use of his own disguise technology? He certainly seems comfortable around nonhumans, but it’s unclear whether that’s because he is one himself or because he has simply grown used to the sort of clientele his work attracts.
“I should hope not. Nothing here was really made for someone like me.” Picking up a little hairclip, Blurr examines it idly and lets it open and close on the tip of his finger. Yes, he certainly lacks the form necessary to actually wear these items as he is right now. But as a human...
His optics settle on one of the wristwatches, dull silver with pleasant black detailing. Could he see himself wearing that, solar cycle in and solar cycle out? Perhaps.
“I hadn’t thought about that,” he blurts, a faint flush of blue coloring his faceplates. It’s not that humans all sort of look the same to him, but... okay. Maybe it is that. He knows logically that humans are all unique individuals, and that this extends to their physical attributes as well as their personalities, but unless he’s thinking of Sari, Master Disaster, or one of his friends from Spirale, when he pictures a “human,” his processor supplies a blank sort of squishy bidepal form lacking any of the kibble, biolights, or bold color schemes of his own species. It’s... sometimes difficult to notice the more subtle differences between humans when he only vaguely knows what to look for in the first place. Designing one from scratch seems as though it might be... difficult.
While the shopkeep’s smile strikes a strange balance of shady and kind, it does as intended and offers some sense of reassurance. The fact that the man has examples on hand must mean that Blurr’s not the only one to come in here having not planned his disguise very well.
“Something that won’t draw too much attention.” That, at least, the bot’s certain of. “But nothing too boring either!” Blurr’s far from vain, and would much, much rather go unnoticed in nearly every situation, but still. His real frame is sleek, pretty, and perfectly suited for him. It would be nice to transfer at least some of that over to his disguise, if only to help him feel at home in it, and of course there’s the matter of--
“Waitwaitwaitwaitwait! Before we discuss cosmetics I have something to ask. How does the disguise handle abilities youknowabilities like the kinds of things the Stars like to take away because I did get my speed back at least I sort of did and I would really hate to lose it again as I’m sure you understand!” He knows how unlikely it is that he’ll be able to transform while making use of this tech, but--
“I need something I can run in at least. Will that be doable?”