･ﾟ★ ☾ fite me reiko i live how i want
lost together. thats a nice way of putting it, you suppose. it sure as hell beats being alone, lost, in a world you only ever imagined living in. now its no secret that you're the quieter of the two but you're also the aggressor, so dean's appearance is regarded with alarm and suspicion, your pelt of wires and fur bristling in a perpetual state of apprehension. you shuffle back a bit, subtly ducking behind bendy as if he'd protect you from whatever threat the canid before you might pose, a fervent smile dancing on your maw as you do, which is weird. who smiles when they're scared? "a monster, thats who." you ponder on that briefly, grimly, shaking your head mutely at bendys question and spectate the devil-cat address the exiler.
the only time you actually speak, though, is when dean provides you and your adoptive brother with this safehavens name. the exiles. "w-w-w-whys it called that? are you all c-c-c-kssh-criminals or something?" you ask, demand really, static-layering your tone, the end result of your voicebox malfunctioning. if this place is rampant with convicts and the likes, perhaps the exiles isnt as ideal as you formerly thought. then again, dean seems pretty decent, so maybe you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. you shoot a glance at katherine, register the hellhounds tone and body language with crimson eyes narrowed, "y-y-y-y-yeah, we're staying.. i guess." you both came all the way here, after all. it'd be insane to just hit the road all of a sudden, especially when this place appears to promise shelter-- something that you, a robot, and bendy, a literal inked cartoon, desperately need. especially if it begins to storm.
you glance up at the owl, becoming aware of her presence the moment she speaks, and flatten your ears against your head. you dont like the tone she carries when she asks the question, as innocent as it may be, and it leaves you riled. your ruby-studded hues narrow to mere slits, "i just h-h-h-kzzt-have a w-w-worn out v-v-voice b-box." you openly confide, a jab of self-consciousness being injected into your system as you do. you arent too sure what bendys excuse is though, but you never felt bothered to ask about the static in his tone. it wasnt your place. "i-i-i'm enn-n-n-nard. hel-el-el-el-lo."
you're eyes search the individuals that have come to investigate, flicking from one to another before finding jammal. the panthers cool but blatantly hostile gaze makes you stiffen. perhaps to others it was obvious that he was grimacing at some sort of inner turmoil, but not you. no, you're awful at reading emotions, at dissecting the meaning behind them, so you see the glare as a threat. you begin to tremble as you raise your chin up at him, robotic whirs and clicks and hisses thrumming from deep within your chest as you do, "i-i-i-is so-som-someth-th-th-kssht-ing wrong?" you inquire in a blunt tone, staring dead set at the bigger critter, ignoring his hospitable words and whispers of welcome because you feel anything but.
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