#sena-prime

spaghetti night with the operators

look at this shitface

(it could be an open starter. but I did meant this to be for @sena-prime

An Ash warframe was dashing around the premise, knocking over some passer by a few times without apologizing. He visited all the syndicate room as well as Simaris’ sanctuary and Darvo’s. Even without visible, actual face, it was easy to spot his frustration when he left Darvo’s shop and stomp over to Baro ki’teer’s corner. The crowd was thick, a lot of shiny gold prime parts and prisma armors everywhere.

The Ash retreated to trade some ducat of what what little parts he had picked up, then he found himself a corner where he sat and watch the crowd. He crossed his legs but before he cross his arms, he looked down at them and paused. He moved the figures around, curl them into a fist and spreading them as wide as they would go. After a while, he took a few credits out and lay them on the floor in front of him then crossed his arms.

This is the first time since Arasu has been awaken that he had time to think about his body and his favorite warframe’s body. The arms don’t feel alien. It was only natural since he believed this to be his own body for a very long time. Now that he was awake in his own body and remember what it was like. It was bizarre to still be feeling so relax with this body that wasn't even his to begin with.