and she’ll kick you in the face (not you, you’re okay).
“it’d be my pleasure to.” at a glance, it isn’t immediately obvious how the other woman would fight—from the kick, AR-15 wants to guess that there’d be some kind of physical melee ability involved. coupled with her lithe, dancer-like build, the doll can only imagine that it’d be a graceful sight to behold. “have you been in the city long, or is most of your strength still locked away?”
judging from the declaration that follows, it’s safe to say that the stranger had enjoyed her first taste of pocky. AR-15 doesn’t quite mind feeding her, either.
unconsciously, a smile forms. “you can call me AR-15.” pausing to fish out another chocolatey stick from the package, it’s offered towards her companion before she continues to speak. “and yeah, i have some time to kill. especially since i don’t plan on asking anyone to play the pocky game. let’s go, then?”
a quick query to her neural cloud pinpoints the nearest convenience store, and she tilts her head slightly to indicate the right direction.
✦☾ ADMITTING WEAKNESS SHOULD BE TABOO FOR SELF-MADE QUEENS. Scorn this world as she may for vandalizing her parameters, there’s still an inexcusable mountain of things she could be doing -- should be doing -- to get them all back. “I haven’t been here for too long. I’m just getting started, honestly, it’s just annoying trying to get off on the right foot.” Especially since her real ones are gone.
“Mmkay. Let’s go. I’ll take that off your hands, first.” Repeating her most recent action ( a little too naturally, this time ), the second offering is accepted. Bit by bit, she finds herself mellowing around this individual the longer they walk together.
Even if ‘AR-15′ is an oddly specific arrangement of alphanumeric values. “--what about you?” Small talk is strange. Strangers are strange. Interacting with strangers? Stranger. Acclimated to a life of solitude, she never imagined she’d be leisurely strolling public streets with someone that wasn’t Passionlip. All she knows is... this is how one makes friends, right? “Your powers, I mean. Are you strong?”


















