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its ears were pinned back and it shuffled nervously along the gravel beside the road, darting back every time a car roared by.

it looked scared and out of place--it knew this wasn't where it belonged, it knew this wasn't its home.

but it kept shuffling by the roadside, like it wasn't sure what to do or where to go.

I feel that way sometimes. maybe all the time.

Mech pilot who isn't good with personal space- they're either too close or too far away for a conversation because they forget how big they are when they're just meat.

Mech pilot who's sensitive to noises most people don't notice because finding a bad reactor coil before it melts through is a matter of life and death.

Mech pilot who doesn't like the feeling of certain cloths because it reminds them of the arrestor material that they got caught in a few years ago on a mission.