it isn't even worth it

It is like as if the word had never properly registered itself in his brain, like as if he could not bring himself to believe in such a term. It seemed as if the boy questioned whether or not such a descriptive even existed in his vocabulary. In other words, hearing such an adjective utter itself from this silver haired boy’s lips wrung this android into a source of brutality within him that fought to violently strangle the other. He rubs his neck slowly as if he suffers from dehydration, his empty ceruleans tainted with an illness towards the one he spoke to. His fingers like spiders crawl, itching to grab a hold of something tightly and squeeze it to bits. People like Piko were the ones Len detested the most. Those who lose hope, those who give up on what they have been striving to do— it angered him! Though is it not only because those kinds of people reminded him of himself? That is the one thing Len disliked the most: others who resembled his own path. It is only now he can perhaps begin to understand how others feel when they watching him do his own risky actions and irresponsible stunts. The android reaches out to Piko and clutches onto his collar, pulling him just a bit forward so that he can better see his oddly colored eyes. "Then why do you live? If it’s really helpless then w̧̕h̵y̵ ̛͟d͘͡o͝n̨͘͠’t͜ ̡͜ýo͟u͜͟͜ ̶s̴t̶òp b́re̵a̧͠thi̴̧̕ń̕g̷̡͡?͡” Again he is in for another ride— Len continues to drag the male down the street with full force, synthetic limbs using a great sense of strength to reel the poor kid wherever the droid pleases. "You’ve got five seconds to tell me what you’ve always wanted to do with your life!" he says while approaching a bridge that arches over a large river. "Five seconds, or else you’re out!”

  "I want to sing!"

ღ ＋♂  ” Far from it, doll. C’mhere, what’s up? “

ღ ＋♂  ” Did ya need somethin’? “

ღ ＋♂  ” Hey there cuties! “

"Um, h-hi—?"