#azurefly

❝ w - wait ! please don't hurt it ! ❞ fingers desperately grasp onto the fabric of this blue haired stranger's arm to stop her from dealing the final blow to the malfunctioning machine in front of them ; clara watches as it weakly sputters &&. sparks to a halt before them, the only sign of its remaining functionality coming from its occasional twitches. she lets out a relieved huff before she realizes she's still holding the other's arm &&. quickly lets go, bringing her arms up in front of her own chest defensively as she stands between her &&. the robot.

@azurefly ♡ ❛ can you make this less like an interview, please? ❜

❝ i meaaaan ... this kinda is an interview, at this point — if you think this is bad, you should be thankful you're not getting interrogated by mister yang. you definitely will be later, though. ❞

fingers steeple together in front of march's chest as she watches the girl across from her, eyes glancing up &&. down as she examines her &&. her strange attire — it isn't every day that someone just wanders onto the astral express without the occupants' knowledge, &&. march doesn't know whether to be concerned or impressed that this person got past, well ... literally everyone on board. maybe she's used to being stealthy or something ? she opens her mouth, closes it, &&. glances at her phone as it vibrates ( rather frantically against the table ) before taking in a deep breath.