#devilmechanic

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“I’m lonely nico...  I want someone to hold my cold hard robo-hand.”

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   ❛       --- Well, it SEEMS the  a p p l e  didn’t fall too far from the tree after all!~       ❜            Sanguine plush curled into a bemusing grin whilst twin appendages entwine beneath ample bosom                 .

          Peeks his head out of the car window with a way too big a grin spread across his face. ‘  IT AIN’T MY FAULT YA CAN’T APPRECIATE GOOD MUSIC. I JUST THOUGHT I SHOULD GIVE YA A LESSON.  ’

       ‘  YOU’RE NOT EVEN AN AMERICAN. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.  ’ Suddenly he regrets not having bought ear plugs for today.

“Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life.” Thoughtful was the chosen tone of voice, the statement read from dog-eared pages of a worn and aged book selected simply because of its fluid understanding. Soft was the hum in which followed, the gentle huff in which the paged made upon closing narrating the end of his reading session for the time being. “You have not rested sufficiently.” V then uttered, gradually raising his emerald gaze upward and only then did it direct slowly toward the female within his presence. Outside of the van did he linger, back leaned against the outer shell, the fresh breeze enjoyed despite the looming threat of the hideously demonic tree casting its shadow upon the ruins of buildings.  “Your exhaustion will soon begin to hinder you.” There was another pause between his speaking, this time the clink of his metal cane against the concrete ground sounded as the male chose to move, albeit it only a few steps; “You need rest.”

A  STERILE  FIGURE  IN  A  GRIMY  PLACE.  It  smelled  of  tobacco,  thick  and  rich  aroma  that  would  cause  those  with  lungs  to  cough,  retch  at  the  stench  and  subtle  hint  of  smoke.  Stark  white  in  a  place  dully  lit,  he  looked  strangely  angelic.  Eyes  pricked  with  crimson  scanned  over  this  dingy  facility  with  a  few  apathetic  glances.  She  said  to  wait  here,  so  he  did,  idly  pacing  in  what  room  he  had.  Filth.  Sitting  down  now  Adam  crossed  his  legs  and  continued  to  wait.  It  wasn’t  at  all  a  difficult  task  considering  he  would  never  get  tired  or  agitated  with  something  like  letting  time  pass.  (  he  was  not  his  brother,  after  all.  )  Eventually  she  returned,  bright  eyed,  ridiculous  smile.  Adam’s  lips  twitched  for  a  moment  in  a  brief,  milliseconds  of  contemplation  before  offering  a  smile  back. Weighing  the  options  of  manipulation,  whether  or  not  to  indulge  her  in  niceties.  To  mimic  humans,  he’d  learn.  ❝  Do  you  have  something  to  show  me?  ❞  The  machine  inquired,  tone  nearly  kind,  or  at  least  attempting  a  softness  that  couldn’t  be  as  easily  deduced  as  a  artificial.