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@m4x-sh1ft
A 13 year old shape shifter gender fluid their name is max this is her favorite form aka the form he is in most of the time.

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Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
*He lowered his shoulders after hearing that. He wasnât joking when he asked, but he was in a lighthearted mood.*
âOh, jeez, kid. Iâm sorry. You sure you ainât needinâ medical supplies? âSpecially since yer deaf in that one ear.â
...howd you know that
Squints at him
âYou tilted yer head at me. When a drunk man loses one of his hearinâ aids, you get familiar with the tells.â
*He tsked, lifting the pan to flip the sandwich.*
Oh... yeah I dont really have a left one besides the shell...
*He set it back down, grilling the other side. The finished side so far was perfectly golden, completed with the accuracy only a machine could do.*
âJeez, kid. Howâd that happen?â
Birth mmmmm that smells so good
"Damn. Most people have a few years on them before they can claim, 'life ain't fair.' You got a head start."
*He smirked and puffed up his chest a little in pride of his work.*
"You better believe it. Better than whatever concoction of mess you were eatin' over there."
Yeah but hey i popped out kinda cool at least
She Starts chewing on the blue silicon triangle around their neck
Cookies chips... I think that was beef jerky... I hope it was
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
*He lowered his shoulders after hearing that. He wasnât joking when he asked, but he was in a lighthearted mood.*
âOh, jeez, kid. Iâm sorry. You sure you ainât needinâ medical supplies? âSpecially since yer deaf in that one ear.â
...howd you know that
Squints at him
âYou tilted yer head at me. When a drunk man loses one of his hearinâ aids, you get familiar with the tells.â
*He tsked, lifting the pan to flip the sandwich.*
Oh... yeah I dont really have a left one besides the shell...
*He set it back down, grilling the other side. The finished side so far was perfectly golden, completed with the accuracy only a machine could do.*
âJeez, kid. Howâd that happen?â
Birth mmmmm that smells so good
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
*He lowered his shoulders after hearing that. He wasnât joking when he asked, but he was in a lighthearted mood.*
âOh, jeez, kid. Iâm sorry. You sure you ainât needinâ medical supplies? âSpecially since yer deaf in that one ear.â
...howd you know that
Squints at him
âYou tilted yer head at me. When a drunk man loses one of his hearinâ aids, you get familiar with the tells.â
*He tsked, lifting the pan to flip the sandwich.*
Oh... yeah I dont really have a left one besides the shell...
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
*He lowered his shoulders after hearing that. He wasnât joking when he asked, but he was in a lighthearted mood.*
âOh, jeez, kid. Iâm sorry. You sure you ainât needinâ medical supplies? âSpecially since yer deaf in that one ear.â
...howd you know that
Squints at him
âYou tilted yer head at me. When a drunk man loses one of his hearinâ aids, you get familiar with the tells.â
*He tsked, lifting the pan to flip the sandwich.*
Oh... yeah I dont really have a left one besides the shell...

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Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
*He lowered his shoulders after hearing that. He wasnât joking when he asked, but he was in a lighthearted mood.*
âOh, jeez, kid. Iâm sorry. You sure you ainât needinâ medical supplies? âSpecially since yer deaf in that one ear.â
...howd you know that
Squints at him
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
âNo? You an orphan or somethinâ?â
*He guessed, knowing how the kids in their house lacked schooling. He smirked, a sharp, toothy grin.*
âI assume you mean the mosquitos, not the alligators. We got that itchinâ-cream if you need.â
Technically... thanks but im fine
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
âYeah? Not in school?- Er⌠It is summer. Kids arenât in school then, right? Hm. So, you hang around the marshes? Not eaten by an alligator or mosquitos, yet?â
*He started stacking some slices of cheese onto the bread and buttered the back, before setting it into the pan. It loudly sizzled.*
Turns so his right ear is facing him
I dont go to school anyway today I did there was alot of people in the park
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door
âHm. So yer a spy? An amateur one, of course.â
*He chided, spraying the pan.*
N no i just got bored I didnt have anything else to do...
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
*He shrugged and kept preparing the stove, seemingly going to make a grilled cheese. He looked over his shoulder.*
âTake a seat, kid.â
*He nodded to the stools by the island.*
ââŚA window?â
Sits down taking the tangle off their wrist
Yeah or window adjacent... it might have been a open door

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Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
*His lenses zoomed and focused on them.*
âRelax, kid. Sorry⌠ugh⌠Sorry for scarinâ you.â
*He hated apologies. He looked at the mess of food in their hands.*
âDonât eat that garbage. I can make you somethinâ worth eating.â
*He huffed, his chef programming eager to replace the food. He opened some cabinets for a pan and ingredients.*
âSo, you actually know the Pansy, or did you just stumble your way here?â
You really dont gotta im sorry
Fidditing with their braclet
I saw him in a window
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
âW-What the-â
*The machine faltered for a second, startled by the seeming magic. He hardened, seeing more of his family being imitated, offended at the audacity. He balled his fist, ready to punch them, but paused once their true form showed.*
ââŚYer just a kid.â
*He groaned. His programming told him not to harm children. Heâd be more than willing to beat a bratty urchin, but he obliged and let go.*
âMax, you said? You robbinâ us for food? Fine. Iâm not gonna reduce you to a small red stain on the floor⌠But I coulda. Next time, just ask. The Pansy likes givinâ hand-outs, like an idiot.â
*He tucked the weapon away and crossed his arms.*
She breathes rapidly trying to catch his breath and not cry
Sorry I thought i timed gone everyone
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
*The binging wasnât so unexpected of Kilroy, especially it being junk food; but seeing this defect in the disguise, the machine quickly lunged forward, grabbing the man by his collar and pointing his weaponized arm towards them. His metal plates shifted to let the barrel of the flamethrower peak out.*
âWho the fuck you think ya are? What are you doinâ here?â
He panics and rapid fire shifts from kilroy to David to dexter to emeil to robocrow himself before finally cycling to his own
Max food ... please dont kill me
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating
*He blinked and narrowed his eyes. His mechanisms clattered and whirled, seemingly calculating.*
âYou hate eating⌠You goinâ through withdrawals or some shit? You better not throw up all of this.â
*He came closer, inspecting the supposed man and master of his.*
Backs away shoving a few cookies in their mouth and speaks with his mouth full
I wont
His eyes are off
Max had been watching kilroy for a long time a slightly uncomfortable long time but hey he was hungry and they did not want to bother mr.li so soon so she decides the best corse of action is to shapeshift into kilroy and break and enter he is now in the kitchen eating their food
@m4x-sh1ft
*Coming in the back door of the hangar, Kilroyâs automaton Robo-Crow snubbed his cigarette in the ashtray by the sink. He didnât realize the person in the room was Kilroy, assuming it was one of the kids, until he looked up.*
ââŚWhat the Hell are you doing?â
- The War Profiteer
Eating
His voice comes out squeaky like a child's then she clears their throat and deepens the voice
Er eating

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How do you know sign
My left ear canal didnt form right when I was born none of my forms seem to be able to fix that
Oh my gosh you have the cutest lil face
@m4x-sh1ft
She paused, waving slightly, clearly shy
I'm max
Pushes his brightly colored hair out of their face
The girl doesnât answer, opening and closing her mouth a few times, before making several hand signs
Woah slow down blondie I'm not that quick yet
A pause.
S-O-P-H-I-A
Lovely name. Are you mute or deaf
Sits down her necklaces bracelets pins and keychains jingle
She hesitates, but holds up one finger
Nods
Thats cool chickadiee. I borrowed a candy bar if you'd like to share
How borrow⌠canât give back if eat.
Well you can't give it back.... but we can enjoy it
Breaks half of it off
She takes it, looking it over. Was she allowed to have these? She wasnât sure.
Sophia tapped it against her prosthetic curiously, smiling at the sound.
It's good I promise
Takes a bite of his half
She didnât like taking foods she didnât know were safeâŚ
But he took a biteâŚ
Sophia holds her piece out to him. What if he put something in ONLY her half?!
Ah I get it
They Take a small bite from her slice
See safe... i promise I wouldn't hurt anyone... who didn't deserve it
She hesitated, but took a bite, face lighting up in delight. How yummy!!
Breathes out pulling their colorful hair out of his face
She smiled up
Thank you, M-A-K-S
Of course squirt. I like sharing my joy its the only thing im good at
She giggled at the nick name
Friend?
Of course I'll be your friend. Here let me give you something.
Holds up a peace sign
Can you do that?
She shoves the rest of her candy bar in her mouth, copying the peace sign
Laughs making a triangle with the two peaces
Peace
Makes a half heart with her hand
Love
She paused, then showed the sign for âloveâ excitedly.
Yeah that's love
Smiles and put her hand flat
Can you do like a high five
She grinned, waiting to strike, before smacking his hand hard
Laughs
Woah thats a mean high five
Pulls off one of their smaller bracelets
For you
She screamed in delight, jangling it by her ears
You've got some mighty strong lungs squirt
That made her giggle, she flapped her hands excitedly
Smiles kicking their legs out a bit
Do you like it
Sophia nodded, giggling excitedly
That's good I made it a bitnto small for me
Well now she felt bad. She had more than this new friend?
Don't worry squirt it's got a new home now I won't have to cut it up
She pauses, then nods, not quite understanding, but oh well.
Starts chewing on the necklace around their neck
Sophia starts playing with her hands, shaking and bouncing a bit
Stops chewing taking it out of his mouth briefly
Happy bugs or sad bugs
A pause, she tilts her head
No bugs, human!
Oh uh I mean your jitters are they happy or upset.