i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me
Whatever question the child had, even if it was considered ‘rude,’ Blues wouldn’t be offended by it. He disliked human standards to begin with; they got offended over things that in his opinion, should be commonplace to ask.
His eyes followed her over to the vending machine, watching as she pulled out her purse to pay. A hint of a smirk played on his lips as he spoke, bemused.
“You don’t have to pay. It’s already set to give you whatever you want.” If she were to look at the screen, it read that the maximum amount of money had already been inserted, and that all she needed to do was select her item.
The prototype casually leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest as he watched for a reaction. It would likely play out in one of two ways: either the girl would assume he’d paid for her and be grateful, or she’d realized that he’d cheated the system and get angry.
It didn’t really matter to him. Perhaps he’d get an interesting, unexpected reaction? That would certainly be entertaining.
Rebecca blinked and then looked up at Blues, looking at him like he somehow grew a second head. Then she looked at the screen, her little ponytail swinging a bit.
He had paid for her? She hadn’t seen him put any zenny in, and wireless transfers were dangerous! So how had he…? But a phrase she had learned when she had still be a newbuilt was ‘never look a gift horse in the mouth’. If someone wanted to be kind, she’d damn well be grateful.
So she smiled brightly and snapped her purse closed again, putting it back in her pocket. The ID on the little outside pocket had read ‘Rebecca’, along with her ID number, and if Blues looked up her file, it would read that she had been built on base as well as her service record.
“Thank you, Blues.”
She looked through the list of e-tanks and spotted the type she took, it was one of the cheapest ones on the list. She tapped the selection, tapping it once more to confirm. A second later, it clunked down and she took it from the dispenser.
Then she cracked her’s open and sipped at it, looking quite happy before turning back to Blues, smile still bright as the sun. She probably would remind him of X in a way with that smile.
“You’re very kind. Thank you so much.”
She looked down at her tank before sipping at it again, then looked back up, curiosity sparking in those vibrant blue eyes.
“Is it okay if I ask how you and X met?”
Ah yes, there was her curiosity, just like her father’s. Cautious but not very restrained when they wanted to ask questions.
Hunters was far from Shadow’s favorite place to be, but it was the only place that held the proper equipment needed to perform the repairs on the ‘bot. The pieces needed weren’t ready, but Blues still spent a fair amount of time working on them. It left the ninja with the choice of lurking around to ensure he was okay or leaving, and in truth it was hardly really a choice.
He stayed in his namesake, appearance also partially masked by the trench coat he kept on, but that didn’t mean that Shadow didn’t find himself gaining a smaller, blond-haired shadow that seemed to think she was being crafty and unnoticed. The result was a slight raise of a brow as he watched her from the corner of his eye; she was trying to be stealthy and she wasn’t… bad at it.
But ‘not bad’ was hardly good enough to confused Shadow.
“I can see you there, you know.” His voice was soft and surprisingly gentle as he spoke. “I’ve been seeing you. You’ve been following me.”
“Eep-”
She was caught! She thought she had hidden really well that time! Well, that was more for her to work on, she supposed.
“I’m sorry. I was just curious…”
Quite curious about how he had been doing that, blending into the shadows so well. Rebecca didn’t think there was anyone in HQ who could actually do that, probably not anyone in the 00th unit.
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.
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