❛ —- ah, of course. ❜ he says nonchalantly, a lack of attention almost; gaze fixated on the mechanical arm that rested on the coffee table. but to ensure that he had heard her his eyes shift to lavender ones a brief moment before turning back to the interest at hand. hesitantly, he shuffles closer to the table with his knees and examines the metal, picking it up gently and letting the mechanical limb rest in his hands. he proceeded to turn it to and fro, quick to conclude that it was in fact ATLESIAN work though the paint job was not.
the texture, if one were to squint and truly look at the details were not in fact painted by the manufacturer from Atlas. but his questions were quickly answered by the logic that the girl must’ve painted it. the thought of such doing brings warmth to his heart, appreciating the creativity. ❛ it’s… nice. the paint job i mean. you did good work. ❜
❛ ah ! and i’m sorry i don’t talk much i — i haven’t really talked to a lot of people prior to… well… he’s the only one i’ve really talked to and now that he’s somewhere… ❜ he’s fighting back tears. his expression contorting to one of discomfort, however, not wanting to bring the conversation to a solemn mood he shakes his head with a smile; the threat of sadness fading as he sees her golden mane bringing light among them.
❛ —- doesn’t matter. i’m oscar by the way but… you probably already knew that. ❜
there’s an aura to him that she knows all too well; a light that stands against the darkness, love. kindness--- it’s pure. it’s as if he asked a second time, the way he offered one last glance for reassurance. it draws forth a chuckle--- ❛ ---really, it’s fine--- ❜ she gestures to the empty oak chair sat beside her. patiently, she watches him examine it--- there’s a hint of concern, ( he won’t drop it, right ? ) but she trusts him.
❛ was it that easy to tell ? ❜ a pause. ❛ ... i can’t stand plain old black and white. had to make it my own--- plus, it didn’t really match my clothes. i’m glad you like it though. ❜ she laughs; it’s a small detail, but perhaps it was the smaller things that made her stand out that much more. ( dazzling, no ? )
❛ ozpin ? hey now, hey--- don’t worry, i gotcha. we don’t have to talk about him. hell, even i’m not too sure how i feel about him--- i mean, right now, anyway. ❜ she didn’t believe that he was a liar by any means--- but too many truths had been hidden for so long. she’s not sure if she should trust him, but perhaps he means well. ( give her a chance to learn to trust again. ) ❛ ... yeah, yeah. ruby mentioned your name. you look a little ... familiar ? can’t really remember where i might’ve seen you, though. ❜