@digitalloving liked for a starter
Wandering Chamomile District was the name of Berserker’s current mission. Unfortunately, it was becoming clear it was one he far from excelled at, made clear by the obvious confusion crossing his features. The sprawling nature of it was at complete odds with the organized and structured Chaldea he had grown so used to over the past few months. His eyes drifted to the storefronts, looking for anything with “record” or “music” in the name. No dice - he huffed a sigh and kept moving; he was a man on a mission, and no mission was impossible through him. After a bit of a adjustment, it’d be a breeze --
-- or so he thought, before bumping into a stranger on the street. Movements stilled, he took a single step back and dragged his eyes down to look at the offending body before him. His eyes were narrow, almost surprised by the intrusion to his inner monologue. The crowds seemed to have been parting for him, before this. Did this -- child? robot? -- have no fear?
“ You are in the way. ”
