cautiously was a heavy canon raised. the barrel illuminated red with the threatening sounds of charging up. all of this was a display and he didn’t plan on shooting. unless things got hostile that was. bee tilted his head with a new adopted perplexed nature. this floating tech wasn’t threatened. just. . . in awe.
bee allowed the complicated gears of his canon relapse back into his arm and morph back into a hand. his face plates riding back up to his scalp.
‘ - ̗̀ whatcha talkin’ bout? [static] who are - you ? ̖́- ‘
@travlersxghost /// cont.








