@bcggars
😊 DiMA! (sit down next to my muse)
Nonverbal RP Starters
【🔧】— This had been the first time she had actually gotten this close to the synth, the prototype, the ‘Old Synth on the Mountain’ as the locals called him.
It was amazing how different two nearly-identical beings could be. Nick was hard-boiled and no nonsense, but still had an openness to him that allowed for friendship. DiMA though... DiMA was gentle in tone and personality, a welcoming warmth that almost made one suspicious of him due to the rarity of his genuine and open nature. It was almost unreal how easily open he was towards anyone who needed help.
She had to guess that their divergence started sometime after they had left the Institute, not to mention the vast amount of alterations DiMA had grafted onto himself. Their experiences in the Insitute, she had to guess, had been the same, but it was once they parted ways did they start to form their individuality apart from each other. Strange, though, she would have guessed that a place like Far Harbor, with how much more dangerous it was than the Commonwealth, both in environment and in it’s inhabitants, that it would have hardened DiMA up more than Nick. Perhaps there was some other hidden factor that she wasn’t taking into account here.
The cyborg then realized that the whole time she was thinking this, she had been staring blankly and intently at the augmentations sticking out of DiMA’s head. She quickly and sheepishly looked back down at the can of beans she was eating from.
“Gawd Ah am so sorry about that,” she said. “Mah brain just kinda... pbbt.”