Otto chuckled softly as he continued climbing, arms akimbo for balance- unnecessary, given that the actuators were doing all the work. âIt is one of the few things I enjoy,â he said modestly.
When they reached the top of the building, the actuators set Otto gently down on the roof, the lower two remaining planted on the ground until he had his feet under him. The upper right watched Songbird while Otto turned to face the setting sun. It was bright, even through his sunglasses, but seeing the city spread before him, bathed in orange light, was well worth the discomfort.
The woman hopped from plane to plane as they materialized before her, sound solidified, making it to the rooftop a moment or two after he had settled. Her feet hit the concrete of the rooftop slowly, steps light as she squinted against the burn of the dusk.
âWell jeeze, I can see why.â she muttered, coming to a stop. A translucent visor materialized over her eyes, painting the scene a more bearable rose color.Â
Once Songbird was on the roof, the upper right actuator swung back around to look out at the city with the others. Clicking gently, it nosed under Ottoâs fingers; he set one gloved hand on it, thumb rubbing idly along the contours of the metal of one claw.
It was quiet for a while, no sounds aside from the muffled noise of the city below them, the breeze shifting in Ottoâs coat, and the metallic chittering of the actuators as they twined around him. Eventually, he spoke, voice soft. âYou were visiting me for a reason, I assume?â
Songbird hummed for a moment, absent minded as she looked over the city under the setting sun. âHmm. What?â she seemed to snap out of it, coming back to herself with a little jump. âOh yeah! Guess what I brought, Doc?â she slid the bag off the crook of her arm, holding it out.Â
Inside was two boxes of oreos. âRegular and double stuffed. I didnât know which ones you liked, so, both. Both is good.âÂ











