@dragonbladed:
❝…?❞
TILT OF THE HEAD BECKONS specified answers, deliberation as to what she yearns to examine ( the machine or the man? or the bridge in-between? ) and alert—fear of something gone awry. He breathes from mechanized lungs yet knows nothing of their process, the good doctor his sole retreat whenever limbs locked in place, or if systems necessitated an upgrade. To think of another performing ‘pon his armored hide strikes apt concern, stance stiffened to bear weight o'er careful words.
❝I am not certain; we have only just met, after all.❞
“My apologies.”
A veiled eye heeded dismay, lack of knowledge regarding a human’s heart, and the mechanical frame shaping his image inducing not blindness, but an heightened awareness born of the will to grasp its subtleties. Amidst the befalling silence, discomfort settled in, painted lips parting, and closing, to part once more, hesitant to vocalise reflections to potentially cause further unease.
“Your cybernetic body looks amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it before!”
Enthusiasm coated genuine praise toward magnificence in robotic form, supported by a canine companion now circling around a cyborg deemed as one amongst his kin.
“He likes it too.”
