#juryriged

[enclaveassh0le]

🌹 hello friend

“Oh god you’re not one of those fucking “boyfriend” programmed bots are you?”

[pstlwhp-archive-blog]

💗 :)

(╯°Д°）╯︵/(.□ . ) 

[empathetiic]

!!!

compliments | accepting

❝ you seem like a very sympathetic person!   i really like that because the wasteland needs   that. oh god, does this mean i have competition?   nah. or at least i think not... ❞

[beenpole-archive]

Age: Yes! Gender: Robot! Eye color: Yes? Hair color: No Interests: Fixing things and playing pranks! I like friends, too! Date Idea: I don't know what a date is. Are they fun? They sound fun.

"I'm... not... into robots."

[lacklusterfatale-archive]

With its height, it was possible that from a distance Jury could have been mistaken for a small child, but upon approach it wasn't difficult to see that /no/, this wasn't a child. It wasn't even human. And currently, it had it's foot caught in a trap of some sort. Was that the bottom of a clothing rack it had used for its leg? Oh god, what is this thing?

Children were a reoccurring sight in the Mojave. They could be running down broken concrete streets in one town, to being safely stowed away in their parent's homes in the next town over. Naturally being small in structure, the little robot was instantly classified as human to Rhoda’s sight. Thus, she was not just going to allow her legs to take their sweet, slow time in making her way over when such a sight like this was in her viewing."Sweetie, don't move!" she wanted to sound endearing, instead all she sounded was alert. Wiggling out the iron trap was futile and would only further cause dam--practically on ground level of this being, Rhoda's entire demeanor shifted. Still alert and stunned yes, but not particularly just for this situation. A bewildered, "You're not a child." had been oh so close to sliding off her tongue... actually, it did slide out her mouth.