#knucklecollision

@knucklecollision

While being his with a such a statement was a shock, it was also predictable. Najma's crest only twitched momentarily at the threat before they returned to the stoic machine persona they preferred to hold around more contemptible audiences. His end reaction to doubt was crude, lacking the nuance if the threat was truly intended to be followed up on rather than a test. It could go either way.

"I have experienced death. It was uneventful," Najma bluntly stated, keeping their straight posture and direct optics-to-eyes contact. To the contrary, everything surrounding the death was very eventful. It was mainly constant threats of violence afterwards, so this was hardly new. "A certain level of risk is required to seek answers. How different people view the world and why they view the world as such is fascinating," Najma explained, their tone still as calm as ever. People had done more dangerous things for science, such as escaping Helix custody and joining a terrorist organization. Though, that was more for survival than anything. Talon was a lot better than the fate Najma was now sure Anubis suffered.

"My people, unlike yours, cannot naturally evolve," Najma noted with a small hand gesture. Omnics had emergent behavior, but their hardware was tragically unchanging, and they were at risk of being condemned to obsolence every few decades. The folly of the Omnic people was in failing to acknowledge this. "I wish to change that, but I cannot improve my people when struggling to survive. So far, that has done nothing but slow down my work."

Perhaps, an Omnium could, they had minds specifically crafted for it, but they too were limited in their ability. Though advanced, their forms of self-improvement and self-maintenance could just barely match that of the human body, as riddled with virtually unfixable bugs as the human body may be.

"I have never been the type to seek conflict , but I enjoy learning." Najma shook their head. "People question me all the time, so it's odd to think someone may be opposed to scrutiny." It wasn't odd at all, but people were quick to accept that an omnic may be acting in ignorance of human behavior rather than out of malice or disapproval.

Warmth filtered through the vast window, gracing intertwined bodies with a soft, dusting gold. Akande’s eyes had long since cracked open, squinting against the rays before sluggishly adjusting. Once Mondatta’s optics, faint during sleep, illuminated, Akande was staring with a playful expression etched deep into his features.

“You know what you need?” he begun, rolling onto his front and crossing his arms over his pillow. “Nipple tassels. Now, you don’t have nipples, but I just think it’d be real funny. You know, like,” he wiggled, “cha cha cha! And then they spin and -”

He had to contain his laughter. He managed; barely.

TRULY,  akande’s mind works in mysterious ways ;  at least,  that is the first thought that comes to mind upon hearing something so utterly bizarre on what is,  otherwise,  a perfectly pleasant sunday morning. 

‘ . . . pardon? ‘ 

still sleepy,  processes starting up the lazy and languid way he can so rarely allow himself,  mondatta regards akande with a sort of puzzled adoration,  unable to hold in what may be called a giggle when akande demonstrates. 

akande is here to be hot and kill

clothes for my muse to wear

FUTILELY,  he tries to fold the sleeves up ;  they billow around his slim wrists,  and he ends up just bunching them over his elbows,  even if they hardly stay as such.