"it is." she shifted her stance to face her body towards him. "is there a particular reason as to why 𝘆𝗼𝘂 are here at this hour as well?"

wandering in silence.

"good morning." well, it's 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 now.

"that's not so bad." makima tilted her head, gaze remaining fixed. "say… has anyone ever mastered it in 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 than that duration?"

/ i miss how active this place used to be.

how cute. the scarlet light slowly dragged from its previous rest to lure his gaze towards her.

holding a red pointer laser, she directs the beam from one area to another. there's… no feline in sight, so what & who is she even doing it for?

her gaze lowered, pondering over the given statements. "i wonder," she muttered before her eyes lifted & settled upon her once more. "if i could ever follow in your footsteps &…

"careful. you'll hurt yourself like that."

the woman hummed. "not that i can think of right now, no. if there were, i'd tell you, denji." sure, the others would as well, but it wouldn't be as… 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗳𝘂𝗹 as her…

"really?" she surveyed their surroundings, dragging a melodic trill from her chords. "i wonder what there is to like about it———unless you mean the people." 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, she could understand.

"am i? well, i'm honored to be." her head lowered in greeting, briefly stilling. "𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗮. the feeling is mutual." as she rose, her posture straightened. "though, i'm sure that you've…

"i'm simply being cautious. they're crawling around town, you know; i wouldn't want anything bad to happen to me," she paused, narrowing her eyes, "or to 𝘆𝗼𝘂. really, it would be…

from pure wariness to fluster———what a turn of events. mortals were so… 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆, & that's what she adored about them. "thank you," she expressed towards the reciprocated flattery, nodding…

/ i'll send my replies in a moment; i need to lock in & take care of myself. 😮‍💨

stretching her arms———like a cat.

/ roleplaying is dying because people would rather write with an ai chat bot than be cringe & free with another human being. i'm depressed.

꧁𝐃𝐒𝐎'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭꧂

"𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗺𝗮. nothing of importance to note." though, she wondered… surely, there was more to it than just a mechanical physique. "what is a digital companion doing in the real world?"

/ also, her "odd mannerisms" can be chalked up to her attempts at both mimicking & studying human nature at the very same time. productivity! if i remember correctly, it is canon…

"alpha," she echoed after him in a low whisper. "i like that name." her grasp loosened before withdrawing from his proximity. her gaze fluctuated between his mien & the peculiar…

"𝘆𝗼𝘂, of course." the sense of uncertainty didn't go unnoticed———nothing does with her. hell, she could even 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹 it. "there isn't much to help with," she sighed once more. "i'm…

she may as well have at least 𝗼𝗻𝗲 mug before the end of the weekend draws close.

"is that so?" her arms crossed over her chest in the midst of readjusting her stance before the other. "would you like to elaborate on the difference between the two?"

"no. of course, you aren't," she parroted with a drawn hum. "what are you then? an android? a machine? something in between? i'm curious."

"…i see." with such a string of words, her interest elevated, evident in the subtle glint in the gold of her hues. "i must say that i admire that honest tongue of yours."

"ah." she stilled, brims remaining parted before exhaling a light chuckle. "introductions… right. & here i was, gawking without a proper exchange. how rude of me, truly." an arm reached…

the response wasn't immediate, only a sharp inhale before finally uttering, "how pretty." as eerie as the delivery was, her words meant true, even if short.

…staring at （ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ） in silence.

/ also, her "odd mannerisms" can be chalked up to her attempts at both mimicking & studying human nature at the very same time. productivity! if i remember correctly, it is canon…

/ it's important that i elaborate on my portrayal of makima. for starters, i don't like to reveal her "true" side (unless it is prompted) in introductions. i believe that writing…

following the revelation, her gaze briefly drifted towards the side———only to return to him once more. "forgive me. it's a habit when it comes to those who i'm suddenly intrigued by."

roll my gacha. save the world. #fgorp / #faterp / #typemoonrp #mvrp / #crackrp / #[insertgachahere]rp

@decisivebattle.bsky.social ﹕ "it seems like you've had quite a bit to drink. don't you think that it's time to call it a night?"

@digitalstrider.bsky.social ﹕ "aren't you the weapon that was mentioned in one of the files that i was going through? wait… no, you look different."

the woman's motions ceased, her appendage falling to rest. "no," she simply stated with another singular blink. "should something be wrong for you to be at ease?"

"i don't understand. is that truly a common case?" she hummed, tapping her chin as her head tipped to the side in eager curiosity. "or… are you speaking from personal experience?"

a flicker of her eyelids. her smile remains in tact, never faltering, even at the sense of his discomfort. she waves a hand in return while holding the secrecy between them.

…staring at （ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ） in silence.

she was long aware of another's presence in her proximity; drawing attention to it just wasn't a priority. 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘄. "i usually value my solitude, but i won't deny uninvited company."

"is that so?" her head cocked to the side as her lips curled further. "i've always liked that about you; your ambitions & productivity. it's kind of hard to find that around…

eyelids flickered, a subtle notion of awe, even in her neutral expression. she obliged & plucked a card, turning it towards her: 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀. she wordlessly returned it to…

good morning. ( • ‿ • )

wow! congratulations.

"i was looking to unwind after today's work." despite her expression mirroring his, smile embedding upon the paleness of her face, her composure was what set them apart. "how are you?"