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An inescapable grin brightened the woman’s features at the compliment and she laughed. “Hopefully I smell of flowers and herbs and not dirt.” Vána teased. “Are you a Botany student per chance?”

☆ futuristic version of my muse

If Fred were born in a more technological future he would be in his element. Instead of a prosthesis he would have a full blown robitic or even an artificially grown organism for his limb. He would embrace the technology and likely be a prodigy in his field, putting aside criminology he would likely have a bio engineering degree and be in the business of building androids and living space ships like Moya from Farscape. A living, breathing, functional space travel.

He would have no need for glasses and perhaps even have mechanical eyes as well. Depending on if he is as clumsy as he is currently he may even have other robotic limbs, or perhaps have his entirely conscience put into a robotic shell.

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“Would you taste this for me and tell me how you feel?" The woman...”

"No reason, I'm just curious about it's effects." Her smile was sweet and mischievous as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "It's harmless, honest. I think it might make your tongue numb at its worst."

Well, the she knew the effects, didn’t she? Rival took in a breath and he didn’t want to be rude, really. It was probably one of his greatest faults, though he didn’t mind that one so much compared to the others. Nevertheless, he believed her. Carefully, he placed the leaf on his tongue. It was surprisingly... Zesty?

“Oh” Fred lowered his gaze to the leg covered by the sweater, of course someone had heard him hurt himself during his tantrum, how embarrassing.

“I’m a little banged up, but it’s not the first time my leg has given up on the stairs here. I have to walk up and down eight flights several times a day and it’s not really used to that kind of use” he gestured to the lump under the fabric with a sigh. It had given out partly from over use and partly from Hyunseung’s energy powering the crystals to the point of overloading the mechanics. It was going to give out that day at one time or another, it just happened to be the stairs.

“Call me Fred, we’re peers here” Fred ushered the woman over, his prosthesis sitting atop his desk sparking and looking fairly damaged after the fall he had earlier that day. The crystals in the side making the plastic and metal pieces of the chassis clink rapidly as they vibrate. Embarrassed by it he throws his sweater over it in an attempt to stop the sound and turned back to her with a tense smile.