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             “Yes. We do. We are very compatible.” The corners of her mouth twitching upwards just barely into as close to a fond smile as she knows how, her fingers curling over her knees gentle as she blinks at him. “I do not know. That is why I was asking you. But I think - yes, maybe so. This is - nice.”

            “That seems very - fun,” she agrees, the corner of her mouth turning up in a faint, awkward approximation of a smile. He’ll forgive her, she’s sure - she is learning, after all. “It’s nice that we don’t - have such strong opinions as the humans do on our likes, I think. It will make it easy to pick something.”

(They can’t very well bear to be apart these days, after all. Not after finding someone like them.)

            She doesn’t like the streets, she decides; she’d already known she wouldn’t, just from the rare trips outside she’d taken with Father. So many people it was - well, it wasn’t incomprehensible, no. That was inaccurate.

But it was chaotic, and illogical, and she had never liked it when things misbehaved in such a way. But she couldn’t stay any longer, not after Father’s body burned and only ashes were left. They’d certainly saved enough, with all the work they’d done. She could go anywhere, do anything.

She didn’t really care to do much at all, but a small move would do.

Orianna hovers outside of the door, grey eyes flickering over the neat sign, and her teeth worry at her lip just a little. The Ball whirs, and beeps, confirming a positive response to her query. Not human-run, then. 

She did far, far better with machines, so she curls gentle fingers around the floating display and folds her companion back into something more innocuous before reaching out and pushing in the door, silver-pale hair hanging dark and heavy with the rain over her shoulders and thin shift.