"Tony.~" She chirped with a smile at him, her hand moved up and waved at him.
The clockwork man glanced up from the book he was causally reading though at the kitchen table, peering over at the girl for a moment with a flat expression. “Good morning.” He muttered dismissively, waving his hand slightly at her in return before turning his sights back to his book. “You seem awfully cheerful this morning. What’s the occasion? “













