[ Uhh.. sorry, I’m definitely not a magic sword. You wouldn’t be the first to think that, though. ]
Red can only smile as the young girl before them examines the Transistor; curiosity seemingly consuming her every thought and action towards the blade as the woman willingly holds him out towards her. It wasn’t the first time they’d been approached in this way, but something seemed different about this interaction-- her demeanor so gentle, so.. innocent.
[ I just.. talk. It’s, kind of a long story, but I promise I don’t bite. Don’t really have a mouth to do that with, anyway. Heh. What’s your name? ]
( ;▽ @esperelle )













