❝ w - wait ! please don't hurt it ! ❞ fingers desperately grasp onto the fabric of this blue haired stranger's arm to stop her from dealing the final blow to the malfunctioning machine in front of them ; clara watches as it weakly sputters &&. sparks to a halt before them, the only sign of its remaining functionality coming from its occasional twitches. she lets out a relieved huff before she realizes she's still holding the other's arm &&. quickly lets go, bringing her arms up in front of her own chest defensively as she stands between her &&. the robot.
❝ i - it's probably just a runaway robopet. i can fix it up and make it docile again, so please ... spare it, miss. it won't try to hurt you anymore ... ❞ / @azurefly.








