Atom’s always enjoyed nature, both fauna and flora -- even more than enjoyed, really. He holds it sacred. As a testament to the ways humanity has progressed in modernity, as the very definition of ‘man-made’, it feels exceptionally important that he protects the Earth as much as he does the people who live on it.
Plus, it’s just... pretty.
That’s what he thinks as he spots a pink flower sitting upon a book’s pages, that book held in a stranger’s hands. Atom’s learned to be safe with strangers and how to be polite, of course, but he still finds himself wandering forwards in his curiosity. Hovering and staring isn’t exactly proving how well-mannered he is.
“Ah, ‘scuse me, Miss,” Atom finally asks, fiddling with the ends of his jacket’s sleeves, “Do you mind telling me where you found that flower? I haven’t seen any around here.” None of that variety, anyways; if there have been any flowers around here, they’ve been painfully drowned out by the gears and brass of this weird Fibonacci area.
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