Idle Machine

I'm Mosca, and I gotta clarify that I know I'm supposed to be a machine, but ya know, things work out different than we expect.

[past-machinery]

The view from the hospital window is nice, at least.

[disserviced]

[amayak19]

My muse is falling asleep and refusing to go to bed. Send me how your muse would put my muse to bed to sleep.

[past-machinery]

Send me a Symbol

✉: For a regular text message from my muse.

♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).

☎: For a drunk phone call.

☏: How about a voice message from my muse?

♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.

∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.

☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.

☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.

♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.

♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.

♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?

♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?

✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.

☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.

❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.

✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.

☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?

ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?

✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?

★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.

☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?

☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?

☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?

♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?

♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?

♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?

◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?

✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.

✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?

[girl-behind-the-machine-blog]

past-machinery started following you

She looked at the mysterious male in front of her.  There was something about him that seemed familiar, but she could not place a finger on what it was.  Now that she mentioned it, the Mosca had decided to mysteriously walk away from where it had been standing awaiting maintenance.

She wanted to roll her eyes just getting reminded what kind of rumors her underlings were spreading.  Yeah, she probably shot a few of them but that was only to scare them back into working.

"I don’t think I have seen you here before, yet you are familiar… I’m sorry, I can’t place my finger on it," she said to the youth in front of her.  "But I wanted to see if you knew where the Mosca went?"

[past-machinery]

His eyes trailed to look at the speaking girl, demeanor relaxed.  By the look on his face, he wasn't at all minding the situation--not even batting an eyelash at it, even.  He listened to her words, taking them in, hands finding their way inside the pockets of his pants.  Careless, one would describe it, in the presence of a mafioso.

"Familiar, huh?" He mumbled, more to himself, in amusement; attempting to hide the twitch of the corner of his lips.  The situation was amusing.  He never would have guessed he'd have to explain how he was the Mosca.  Then again, he never expected to ever become human.

"The mosca is still here, ma'am," He answered politely, voice low and revealing the slight amusement he was feeling. 

[past-machinery]

"Okay, you can look now!" 

"Mosca-san should be back here soon."

[past-machinery]

(( Blog is being re-done by the best Mosca ever. )) "Please don't look until Mosca-san comes back, okay?"

[past-machinery]

She let go of him, and set her arms back down to her side. "Hello, Mosca!"

Turns to face her completely.  "What brings you here, Mini?" he questioned pleasantly.  He was, after all, happy to see her.

[past-machinery]

She walked up behind Mosca, and hugged him gently from behind in a greeting, hoping to surprise him a bit.

He twisted his body to see whose sudden touch was present.  Upon seeing it was Mini Mosca, he smiled.  "Hello."

[past-machinery]

REALLY HAPPY SEEING YOUR FACECLAIM AS AKISE ARU. But hmm anyways I was wondering if you could move your sidebar up? I can't see anything more than the picture

//yeah I can try that later.  but at the moment I'm on mobile, sadly.

[the-little-mosca]

(( /gross sobbing /))

[past-machinery]

[[ shh it's ok.  here enjoy this icon instead ahahahah]]

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[the-little-mosca]

(( SCREAMS LOUDLY TWINNY TWINNY WHY OH NO I DON’T THINK I CAN HANDLE THIS RIGHT NOW MOSCA MOSCA FEELS ))

[past-machinery]

[[ /cackles/ ENJOY THE FEELS ]]

[past-machinery]

Big Mosca meets Mini |The-Little-Mosca|

[the-little-mosca]

She continued to rub her eyes, and wipe away the tears that were flowing from her eyes while he spoke. She wasn’t the only one anymore. She didn’t have to feel alone anymore. And she really had been feeling alone as of late.. But she didn’t have to feel that way anymore. She had someone like her to be around now, and she hadn’t even thought that there would be another one. Another Mosca.. 

“And I’m glad I’m not the only Mosca..” She was slightly surprised at him walking closer to her. And confused. More confused than surprised, actually. “Eh..?” She blinked a few times when he patted her head, a few tears escaping from the blinks. His attempt at comforting words actually helped. Even though she wasn’t crying from the fact that she was sad, it still helped. Mini wasn’t crying as much anymore, but she was, only from the fact that she was still trying to get over the fact that there was another human Mosca. At him wiping her tears away, she smiled wide. “I’m not meaning to cry.” A weak attempt at a joke from her, although it might not of came across as a joke. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. He was in her reach, and she wanted to hug him so badly.. So she did. Her arms had wrapped around his torso, and she squeezed lightly. It was actually slightly weird hugging another Mosca.. Because Mosca wasn’t a robot. She kept her arms wrapped around him. Letting go wasn’t something she was planning on doing. At least not soon.. No. She wasn’t going to let go so easily. Mostly because she didn’t want to lose Mosca again, but because she had just met him again.. And from what she has learned for being a human all this time, was that it was perfectly acceptable to hug someone for a long time after not seeing them in a long time. “I’m so happy that you were turned human..” She mumbled, not particularly caring if he actually heard her or not.

[past-machinery]

He smiled at her.  "I'm glad I'm not the only one, either.  Seems like it would be kind of...what's the word again?" He trailed up, eyes going to look at the ceiling as he thought.  He knew it was some human emotion, that much is obvious, but it was referred to when one didn't have many people there for them...oh! With a small 'aha', he added the word "lonely."  "Yeah, that's it.  It seems like it would be lonely."

A joke, that's what her next statement was.  Or at least he thought it was.  Though it wasn't a joke that most would find funny, in fact they would find it quite serious.  With a small chuckle, he gave a nod.  "I know, I know.  You just sprung a leak, right?" He joked back.  

He was surprised, and slightly uncomfortable at her touch-- the hug was unexpected and initially his first physical contact with another human.  However, it wasn't exactly unwelcome.  It only took a few seconds before his tensed body relaxed again.  

It seemed like she wasn't going to let go soon, that much was apparent, and really he didn't mind too much.  Actually, he moved to comfortably wrap his arms around her body in a firm embrace, making sure not too squeeze too tight as that would probably be bad to do, and extremely uncomfortably and possibly painful.

Subconsciously, he patted her back lightly.  He didn't even realize he was doing it, well not until he heard her mumbled words.  Blinking not once, but twice, his hand stopped moving.  What should he do, say?  He was happy to be human, too.  After all it was a new experience and not to mention mini mosca was also human so that would mean neither of them would be alone in the situation.  "I'm happy I turned human too," He muttered back, squeezing her for a brief moment.  "That way neither will be lonely when it comes to this."  He may have just essentially met her humanised, but still he had deep feelings for her since they were both moscas.  A certain protectiveness swelled in his chest, silently vowing to take care of her whenever their creator wasn't present.  

[past-machinery]

Big Mosca meets Mini |The-Little-Mosca|

[the-little-mosca]

She nodded slightly at the smile that he returned. He sure was being kinder than some of the others that she had met. A lot of the others were actually kind of scary, but usually the scarier people warmed up to her innocent nature. Not that she tried to make them warm up or anything.. It just kind of happened. 

She let out a small giggle at being called Ma’am. It was odd, something she hadn’t been called before. And she had been called quite a few names ever since she had became Human. But most of what she was called, were odd nicknames that were given to her by Byakuran… She didn’t actually mind being called Ma’am, but it was just something she hadn’t been called before. “Oh, it isn’t much of a bother. And Spanner-sama is out with Shouichi-san I think..” Stating Shouichi’s name, she began to mumble. She hadn’t ever liked how much time Spanner and Shouichi spent together, but they were friends, and she just had to get over that.. The words of his didn’t sink in right away, so it took her a few moments to realize what he had actually said. “Creator..? This is Spanner-sama’s office.. And he makes Mosc—-” Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping slightly and a sharp gasp escaping her. “M-M.. Mosca!?” Tears started forming in her eyes. “I-I thought I was the only one..” She sniffed, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Who was alive anymore..” Mini was having a real hard time hold back the tears at this point. Even the thought of another Mosca being alive… It was too much for her to handle. Ever since she had been turned Human, she had believed that she was the only one left. The only Mosca. The only one who was a Human. She hadn’t gotten notice from Spanner that there was another one.. She wiped the few tears that had escaped her eyes and fell down to her cheeks away, and her smile only widened. To see another Mosca.. She was so happy.

[past-machinery]

A natural sense of mannerism had developed in his mind since he had become human.  It was some sort of mechanism that stayed in his brain, though he never did need to know the proper way to treat people with proper responses with good behavior.  He hadn't even thought when he called her Ma'am; that was a respectful notion when speaking to someone in which you don't know, wasn't that correct?  He was sure it was.

Registering her words, he silently told himself he should have figured if his creator's presence was absent from the workshop he would be with the red headed friend.  He blinked his eyes blandly, staring at her as she spoke.  He would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed his creator wasn't present, but there's nothing that he could do to help the situation.  

He watched eyes her eyes got wide when she realized what she was saying and pieced together that yes, he was a Mosca and he was human.   He did notice that her eyes got more glossy, and assumed that she had a leak before he realized they were human now so it was just unshed tears.  He was sure the intake of air that he heard from her must have hurt; or at least it sounded like it.

"Yeah." He confirmed that he was in fact Mosca, just so she knew that he wasn't just some stranger she'd never met, or someone lost and mistaken for a humanized machine.  He wasn't sure how to comfort her.  He thought he was the only one too, and he felt the heart in his chest swell with a kind of relief that he wasn't the only one.  He was glad that he wasn't the only one, glad that he has someone with a similar situation and understand how he was feeling of the whole situation.  It was definitely relieving.

"Well..." He slowly stated, trying to from the jumbled thoughts in his head into accurate sentences.  "At least now you know.  That you aren't the only one."  He paused, trying to gather his thoughts; trying to swallow past the lump that formed in his throat.  His eyes shifted from her girl to the wall, trying hard to think correctly, not have this mess of quick thoughts that formed one on top of the other until it started to make the aching in his head more defined.

His eyes shifted back to her form, and slowly, very slowly, he began to take strides toward her.  They were long strides, and it didn't take many to cross the room and appear to stand in front of her.  He put a hand on her head, patted one; twice, before he just rested it there.  "It's alright," He quietly told her, attempting to comfort her and make the tears that were in her eyes go away.  

"Everything will be alright."  His free hand went and gently moved her hand away from her face, before he took over the job of wiping away the few tears.  Even though he knew she wasn't crying because she was sad, but because she was happy, he couldn't help it.  He sent a small smile to her, looking her in the eyes.  "You don't have to cry."

[past-machinery]

Big Mosca meets Mini |The-Little-Mosca|

[the-little-mosca]

Mini was busying herself in the part of the room that she called her own. There she had her own set of tools - They were actually Spanner’s spares, but since she had begun to take interest in making things, Spanner had given them to her. 

When the other had walked into the room, she was working on fixing a broken watch that she had found. Nothing too serious. When she heard the noise, she turned around to see who it was. She was hoping that it would be Spanner, as she hadn’t seen her Master in a while, but she wasn’t holding her breath. Mini Mosca stood up out of her chair, and turned to look at the other, taking a few steps closer. She hadn’t recognized him in the slightest, so she was slightly worried. She knew every single face from the Millifiore, and even most from the Vongola, but this person didn’t match a single one. She hadn’t a clue who this man was.. But something about him.. For some reason, she felt like she knew him. She gave the other a small smile and tilted her head to the side, continuously trying to figure out who this man was. “Hello, sir. How may I help you?” 

[past-machinery]

Mosca watched, quietly, as she fiddled with the tools, or what he assumed were tools by the sound of metal.  He was hoping he wasn't interrupting important work, as it had seemed to him that she was concentrated on her object of tinkering.

He watched her back for a few minutes, or what felt like a few minutes, as the only sound that was heard is the light sound of metal against whatever the object was.  The sound certainly did make him want to feel the metal of a tool in his hand; his fingers twitched at the thought of cold metal against the new fleshy digits.  Even though he wasn't sure how it would feel; he had a hard time distinguishing what was hot for humans and what was cold, as he had a hard time even thinking of the consequences the results would have to the body he was in.

He blinked.  Once.  Twice.  Staring as she stood and turned toward him.  A third time.  Why was she getting closer?  Though it had only been a few steps.  She wasn't uncomfortably close, as they still had a few feet between them.  She must be confused; why wouldn't she be, as he, a mere stranger who the lady had never met, was there; had barged into her domain without so much as a knock against the door or a voiced warning before so.

The smile she sent his way, it was small, and somehow it felt unsure to him.  But, he still had to keep manners; he knew that for sure, even if he was just now a human he knew how manners worked.  He smiled in her direction, just to be polite; not real, not too intent that it meant any certain emotion that humans can depict.

"Sorry for disturbing you, Ma'am," He spoke slowly, smoothly, "I was just looking for my creator."

[the-little-mosca]

stormkitten SAID: I HAVE SO MANY THINGS IN MIND IT ISN’T EVEN FUNNY — (( THEN DO IT ALREADY 8D BECAUSE I AM WAITING AND I CAN’T REALLY HOLD MINI-CHAN ANY LONGER ))

[past-machinery]

//I don’t know which one to doooo!!!!//

[the-little-mosca]

(( Uuhhh. The least shippy one? Cause they need to meet in their human forms..

Or.. Tell me a few ideas you have? C: ))

[past-machinery]

//I did a simple introduction one..except...it came out way way way way WAY longer than I thought it would so my apologies seeing to which you have to reply to that crappy stuffs//