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Well now this was strange indeed.

Being in this sort of environment was nothing new for The Vision, despite how bound to Earth he tended to be. Aliens, demons, deities, mind-bending horrors. But this was a curious spectacle. A cape, a curious lack of hair and a dashing uniform. Like a mirror almost. Optics scanned the man before him, though he wasn’t being too subtle about it. The synthezoid ducked his head underneath the newspaper, shuffling some in his seat. 

The thoughts going through his head, though, were not some sort of judgment. It was what humans referred to as “idle thought”. Daydreaming. One main point stood out in his logic receptors and that message kept repeating itself on a loop.

         ‘ He looks just like me. ‘

[dacyborg-blog]

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Genos was wearing the best tux he could find with his now limited budget. (with the sleeves torn off of course), but even then he did not feel quite at place within the party. He had only come along with  because sensei asked him to and ‘because of the free food’ though Genos did not understand going to such a formal event for such a simple reason. That must have been the infinite wisdom of sensei once again escaping his grasp. 

Despite his diligence though, he had lost track of his sensei. Probably one of those waiters with their snack trays luring noble sensei out of his sight with temptation. After wandering around like a lost puppy for awhile ignoring the rest of the crowd, he finally left the main building itself to take a break from his search in the gardens.

Genos took a deep breath. Even if his eyes lungs were made of iron, he could still appreciate the smell of fresh air, or at least his sensory version of it. He looked across the horizon, and just when his eyes had finished turning he saw Sensei’s round face in his periphery. 

“Oh, there you are, Sensei.” He said his voice monotone even though from the sudden expanding f his robotic pupils he was clearly excited. “What are you doing all the way out here?

[kishou-san]

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Arima’s two companions were... interesting to say the least. The least was also what he usually said. 

When the conversation hit a lull, he began to drift away mumbling something about more punch. His blood alcohol content had at least risen at this point, which only caused Arima to get quieter. His companions however, were both extroverted in their own rights. He felt like a candle flame that was slowly being snuffed out by two great winds. 

Arima drew his book out again, finding another table in anther corner. This time he strained his eyes to see if anything was waiting for him again. There was another at the table, but they seemed to have their nose buried in something too. Arima sat down finally, letting his massive shoulders relax.

“Excuse me,” He asked the stranger, “Do you happen to be reading a book?”