a fools' fool

do androids dream of electric sheep ? RULES & INFO. Note: I made my ocs and previous blog long, long before we had any canon information about Dottore, let alone the most recent update -- as such, my lore ( as it's written on their information pages ) for the bots is in need of a desperate update. Please ignore any changing / conflicting information at this time, I'm working on it slowly.

Riga cannot recall a time in their life where they had ever been lifted from the ground-- It's difficult, after all, to lift a several hundred pound piece of circuits and machinery. The gust that lifts her from the ground to the tree above could probably fell a poorly built house if aimed in the right direction.

In a feeble bid for some sense of stability, she claws at the branches, hauls herself onto them in some sort of sad, trapped, cat-like manner.

"Why--" is all Rigatello manages to hiss out, before the feeling of the tree limb bending under her weight distracts her from finishing any weary condemnations.

"An entire glass to myself? Why -- However can I repay you!"

Once upon a time, simply being in the presence of the cavalry captain would have sent Giacomo into a spiral of fear and anxiety -- as would being in the presence of any knight, really. Authority tended to be dangerous company, when one was a fugitive from another land. Of course, that wasn't to say that Giacomo was completely comfortable with the man. There was still a thrum of anxiety, an on-edge vibration that had him tap tap tapping the counter to an inaudible beat.

"Busy? Why, whenever am I not! Times like this are mere moments of reprieve in my grand debut tour of the world, after all. Places to be, people to see-" and more importantly, people to avoid.

@wise-innocence

"Ohmygoodness, Miss Yanfei!" "...!"

Surprise and joy comes from the bots in equal measure- with Giacomo rushing forward so quickly he nearly trips over his own feet, more or less throwing himself into the arms of Yanfei and squeezing her in a tight hug. Though perhaps a bit more hesitant towards the idea of physical touch, Rigatello nonetheless leans into it as well- settling metal claws carefully on the shorter twos heads in an awkward little hunched-up bear hug.

It's there, in the subtle shift of the winds and the air around him, that Giacomo can feel Venti before he sees him. Any tried and true anemo user probably could, if they were simply familiar enough with their god to do so- and Giacomo is very, very familiar.

"Mister Venti!" he cries out in greeting, wrapping his arms around the bard in a tight, squeezing hug.