@imptus​ is asking for a sass-off.

A pint-sized version of the LED the grumpy elder android fashioned briefly spiraled golden against the girl’s temple. Uh oh – what had she done now? Like the binary coursing through her web of wires that played the role of makeshift veins, Penelope runs through the past couple days-worth of stored memory. However, any recent antics with Caleb as the target shortly come up empty. 

                                              “ – ! “

Maybe that was the problem! Maybe Caleb was bored – maybe he missed the antics; that had to be it! As the childroid’s bewildered expression falters into one play, she squints back at the other from across the room – even going as far as placing both hands at her hips. It may not be as angry, but if the hint of the mischievous grin tugging at the corners of her lips were any indication, Caleb’s attitude was being mirrored. With the distance being close enough between them, Penny is sure he would be able to read her lips. Wrinkling her nose in impish play, the child soon mouths –

NONVERBAL PROMPTS.

staring was something he was used to - the most shy of his fans would definitely be guilty of this. from across the room, from places where he often wandered ( to get tea, the street, and even the occasional music venue around town ), people could be found giving him quite the intense look. maybe it was because he looked like he fell out of the 1990s ( not mall goth, by the way ), or because the light often reflected off of the skull rings he wore on his fingers and were often eyecatching if anything else.

plus there was the fact that, at least from his perspective, he was just weird looking. so lanky, not quite tall, but certainly not average, and stick-thin legs that looked like they could be broken with twigs. or maybe it was the dark eyes, the bags under them, and the sickly skin that covered his face - so tired, oh so tired, his entire body was.

but this guy was something else. he had... quite the appearance. he had certainly never seen something like this around before. sure, he had seen androids before, but they were not so... well, serious-looking as this one.

he cocked his head to the side and offered some sort of inquisitive gaze, toying with the lit cigarette between his fingers.

@imptus:  ❛ you point that thing at me you better pull the trigger . ❜

                                It should be a simple act of pulling the trigger, though Connor has already killed, indirectly or otherwise, that he’s tired of the bloodshed. Admittedly, that may be a characteristic that one day gets him killed - but he still finds that in this moment he can’t bring himself to shoot down the other.  Gripping the weapon in hand, as he continues to aim it between the other RK800′s eyes. Connor hesitantly takes a step forward, an attempt at intimidation. 

@imptus

          the fox appears more interested than anything, standing mostly still in the darkened alleyway with his hands in his pockets, brows raised slightly as curious hues study the heap of a man on the ground just a couple feet away. he’s content not to say anything at first, simply observing in comfortable silence, but it appears that the subject of his interest isn’t quite so on board with his shameless staring.

          he withdraws, and felix reacts by taking slow strides closer, crouching down in front of him with a lopsided smile. emerald eyes fixate briefly on the blood coating his lips, dripping from his chin, his pathetic attempt at cleaning up the mess having done little but smear the mess across his face. “do i really look like i’ve never seen this before?” he taunts lightheartedly, lifting a hand to wipe some of that blood away from the corner of his mouth with a thumb, examining it curiously now that it’s on his finger, “come with me. let’s get you cleaned up, ya mangy mutt.”

@imptus

            ‘ caleb, wait- ! ’