[ the bridge of her nose crunches with the middle of her brow beginning to kink, her eyes seem to unfocus and refocus rapidly— she’s attempting to assess, and does not like that she was left with more questions than she had. she continues, though, to verify her identity: ]
All-purpose . . . Comвⷡat andͩroid. I fought— for the futuͧre of mankind. [ her voice firms from the last glitching waver. she adds: ] And you d̶idn̶’̶t answer my quess͛ᴛⷮion.
[ this doesn’t actually make for a good look: a battle android wielding a sword and demanding whats over names. she is strict— in her mind, both her suspicion and confusion haywires. she did not ask for a name. she was not built for friendliness. as much as she was capable, she was still designated for business; she keeps this boy, if she could call him a boy, at an emotional length—
but there was something in her rippling eyes as she waited, even if she’s veiled it with unapologetic aloofness. expectation. worry. a touch of fear, swallowed by duty and a tendency to be prepared for the worst of repetitions. but just then, she adds, with something close to urgent. close to a plead. ]
no subject
All-purpose . . . Comвⷡat andͩroid. I fought— for the futuͧre of mankind. [ her voice firms from the last glitching waver. she adds: ] And you d̶idn̶’̶t answer my quess͛ᴛⷮion.
[ this doesn’t actually make for a good look: a battle android wielding a sword and demanding whats over names. she is strict— in her mind, both her suspicion and confusion haywires. she did not ask for a name. she was not built for friendliness. as much as she was capable, she was still designated for business; she keeps this boy, if she could call him a boy, at an emotional length—
but there was something in her rippling eyes as she waited, even if she’s veiled it with unapologetic aloofness. expectation. worry. a touch of fear, swallowed by duty and a tendency to be prepared for the worst of repetitions. but just then, she adds, with something close to urgent. close to a plead. ]
I need— to know.