Pain struck down through an outstretched limb, prickling those icy fingers, and seeping into his would-be flesh. The rain which as much comforted most only became a deadly venom to his skin. As if acid were falling from the skies, the boy felt as if the longer he stood underneath these endless tears of heaven, the more likely he would begin to melt at their mercy. In fear that such tiny droplets may indeed cut through his metallic veins, the synth at last rolls his sleeve back to meet at the edge of his wrist; his arm following to return at his side. Protection felt so sweet in the form of something soft that provided such cherishing warmth. Even though his skin may now be closed off from all sources of pain, his head, soaking as it was, only waits patiently before it too beings to frizz. Perhaps he should be lucky that his thick flaxen hair should provide him more coverage from the rain. All that they are were flimsy pieces of plastic, were they not?
A slow tone, much clearer to his ears, lured his attention from the constant pattering across every surface of this world. Indeed that slow and steady voice belonged to the male the blond used to know. Now tweaked and enhanced, he could at last catch on to every syllable that rolled from his stiffening tongue. His pale sapphire eyes dilute significantly into a darker shade. Looking upwards into the clouds did nothing to help him remove the face of the male who stood complacently beyond him. As if the world had turned into a lifeless plateau, the two of them became nothing more than true inanimate objects left to stand for all of time. It was a lifeless, dead scene. This lead the male twin to feel vaguely unsatisfied next to his small glimpse of frustration that sparked this uncomfortable atmosphere. He could not tell whether it were due to the heartless rain that poured above him, or with the fact that he had already picked up on what his own associate was attempting to puncture onto him with his hollow words. "I never left, you see." His voice diverged quickly into something more causal and relaxed. He picked up on the idea that it was not the encounter itself with old faces that he feared so greatly in. It was the moment before. Unknown, it was. Humans were so known to fear of what they cannot see, or what they cannot foretell. In establishing the mood that had come across a companionship that was left and never tended to, this old synthesizer now knew how to go about himself, the situation, his atmosphere. "You could say it were circumstances that made me go." Though how contradicting were his words! Had he not just said that his presence never left this place? "But anyway— I’m glad to see not much has changed since then." Not much. Not much at all. Perhaps he had defined another overstatement. Change was apparent, and it was change that made him just a few more inches taller than before. "It’s good to see that you’re still around and well." Another sentence he entered just to boot. This blue drawn synthesizer looked to be in well condition. A little more stoic than usual, but still alive and moving enough. As far as exchanging stories went, the call for an event such as that was daunting him. Neither android had the look for it.
…yes. That is not important enough to heed.
"Ah! But you’re right. I need to go and get myself fixed up before this rain gets to me. It’s been a year since I’ve kept myself in good condition. I think everyone knows that you should never leave any sort of machinery exposed to water, yeah?" A childish snicker; something he had done so often in the past, enlightened his spirits. The boy turns on his heels, staring at the schedule board for the train he had previously desired to catch before this meeting. "You think Crypton’ll give me a discount for coming in after a year?" And he was joking again, just as he always did. An answer to his pathetic rambles were not expected.
He looks on to those tracks down the railway, spotting headlights beaming from across, past the fog.
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