#oopsies....

Nautica smiles, laughing softly.

“Remember when you got me to sing? Perceptor was… Perceptor was so wary of you, you know. Like a cybercat tom stalking his alley until he decided you were Good People.”

She laughs again, leaning to the side and closing her eyes at the feeling.

Blue. Blue like breezes, blue like petals.

“And we sang together, there in the bar. And Rung even joined in- his voice is so reedy and soft. I like it. Do you?”

Silence.

She shutters her optics, smiling like an ascending saint and feels her spark hum behind her chestplates.

“I’m glad I met you Skids. I’m glad you are a piece of my world, you know that?”

The stone base she leans against is cold- and cold feels like the color Blue today.

“I’m glad you were put in my world. Thank you so much for your time here.”

The breeze was soft, and the flowers sway and bob and she swears she hears his voice, rumbling softly in the distance like healing rainstorm and dark blue clouds- singing, singing his tawdry bar-songs.