#prettiiiest

                     "I'm so sorry to intrude miss, but did you make this?" 

His attempt at suppressing the utter awe from his voice was foiled by the distinct glimmer of astonishment shining across his features; effervescent smile widening with each step made towards the magnificent contraption. He hesitated as he drew ever near, hand but a breath away from grazing along the defined contours of the machine. 

        muta wasn't here, so there was no reason for the baron to         be hearing footsteps outside of his little home. life is breathed         into him, and he steps from the windowsill to the door. his         coattails trail behind him, his cane clicking against the ground         along with the soles of his fine oxford shoes.

        a human. did she need help? was she sent here, just like         haru was once upon a time?

        one thing he notices is her striking blue hair. a low hum of         appreciation escapes him. humans love to express themselves         in many different ways, he's noticed, whether it be with clothing         or tattoos or doing something with their hair.

[✍] "Excuse me? ... Miss? Can you point me to the nearest library?"