asteroid—blues:

Blues found the girl’s shyness somewhat endearing. He never understood why humans made child models–since they could not age–but nevertheless tried to treat such units with kindness.

This one was no exception.

“Ah… yes. I suppose you could say I am,” he responded, putting on what he remembered to be a polite smile. Using human mannerisms was… annoying, but it seemed to be the only thing the reploids knew. 

The slip was not missed, but the DLN chose not to bring attention to it. It was obvious that she didn’t want him to know she was one of X’s children, and he didn’t want to push her too far out of her comfort zone.

“You can call me Blues.” 

So if this person was friends with her Dad, X must trust him. Vibrant sapphire eyes flicked up to the sunglasses the other was wearing, and familiar curiosity sparked in the younger’s eyes. She looked quite like her Dad with an expression like that.

But she refrained from asking, as she felt her question was probably a little rude.

“It’s nice to meet you, Blues. I’m sorry if what I was doing made you uncomfortable…”

Because now that she thought about it, it probably did and that made her more embarrassed.

Oh! Right, she should probably get a can from the machine. Her feet tapped quietly on the floor, showing that she had actually been making an effort to be silent, and she went up to the machine, pulling her little blue purse from out of her pocket, so she could decide on what to get.