DLN-000

Why not.

Optics narrowed, trying to figure out the vagabond bot. An antenna twitched in concentration, or perhaps still irritation, he wasn’t quite sure which.

Smug thing was leaning up against a tree, apparently completely unconcerned. Metal’s gaze shifted past him, anticipating others, listening. Of course the scanners indicated no one was around, not even the red clad android right in front of him. Typical, he thought, refocusing on his target.

No insults or wit thrown Blues' way would bother him at this point. His purposefully arrogant entrance served not just as an introduction, one he'd always been fond of, but to show his potential opponent just how little he feared him.

Despite the crosshairs attempting to cut into his video feed every so often. He thought he'd deactivated the perimeter warning, dammit.

Giving away the upper hand might have been cocky as hell, but it wasn't stupid -- rather, strategic. As was his body language. Deliberate, seemingly uncaring but planned down to the millimeter.

Though he appeared relaxed at first glance, slouching just enough that it would be distinctly noticeable from Metal's proximity, his gaze was sharp, flicking back and forth between the weapon in Metal's hand to the expression on his face.

"As long as I'm on point, does it really matter how quickly I size you up?" That brought about a genuine chuckle. "Didn't take you for the reading type, though." And with that he leveled his hidden eyes with Metal's, the sun filtering down through the trees glinting along the curve of his visor. "So maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions this time. You might actually surprise me." The sarcasm was so thick it might seem suffocating.

morgan playing megaman 2’s wily stage 1 (via rock-light)

after i killed him i didn’t get a thingy