“Had?” Anilith left it at that, choosing not to pry on the girl’s memories about her master, but she assumed that something had happened to them. “Well I’m sure people trust you right? Because you probably learned from the best right? And if people don’t believe in you, just know that I will!!”
❝ 𝓘 do wish to ensure my passenger’s safety. ❞ Yukina affirmed, traversing her strong arms over a concave chest as her idle oculars elapsed upward to careen into the vacant sky. ❝ It is my highest priority as a conductor. ❞
And if people don’t believe in you, just know that I will!
The typical placidity of visage dissipated as all traces of lockjaw stoicism became absent in the remnants of her companion’s words. It was such a fervent declaration that diverted the reticent engineer from her usual poised demeanor. Bemused eyes elicited a blink of disbelief, Yukina purloined an incredulous glance at the jubilant girl.
Her taunt lips sloped in sentiment, candid and heartfelt.
how long had she been at this ?? it made him wonder– the way she rubbed her shoulder made him curious if it was injured. he could help with that ( but that might not have been something to SPEAK of so easily with a crowd. ) her being a stranger also seemed to slip his mind && all. then again, he volunteered to become her pack mule out of nowhere so maybe it wouldn’t be strange. ( let me heal you with my super holy powers &&maybe hit on you. ) yeah, that would go over swimmingly. keeping focused– his best bet was a normal conversation. besides, a stranger with the MAGIC touch; he was sure read this plot on some sleazy site (&& it ain’t happening captain. )
she was studying him– not like he wasn’t doing the same. his attention was all hers for this second in time. ( one of the prettier sights in this dreary steam punk wonderland ) to think, he wanted to see one of these places a few years ago. now it didn’t seem all that wonderful. the corners of the box dug into his arms but not uncomfortably. the sharp bite, oddly, kept him focused to his current reality. ❝ always a pleasure to be of service to complete strangers. ❞ a click rolled from his tongue to punctuation his ill humor. though there was no malice behind it in the slightest. something about it was natural too– sarcasm, man’s greatest wonder & he achieved it. then again, he wasn’t really a man, right ?? maybe he just wanted a special divine title instead.
❝ ah, it’s no inconvenience. I would have been sitting around for hours anyways. I think I could use the exercise && stuff. besides, helping people is never an inconvenience to me. ❞
okay, that might sounded a bit too charity auction and not super cool dudeish. not like it was a bad thing ( but he did wanna seem COOL && nothing in-between. ) as she relinquished her gaze– which soon became an inclination to follow. he did so obediently. his eyes did wander but only to take note of her boots before they returned to the area between her shoulder blades. ❝ must have some tough hands then to not notice. ❞ my arms are already sore. ❝ you’re welcome. ❞
if he was not set to have his nerves steeled his mouth might have fallen open at this PLACE– as it was something odd. like a train station that got the guts to get some muscle powder && all the people around made it seem like a body. cells circulating with some sort of goal in mind. grim but purposeful. something about it was magnetic ( yet scary. ) should he have not been shifting his head, he might have run into her carelessly. at least he avoided that embarrassment ( for her &him. )
❝ as you command also you never did tell me your name. ❞
tender motion guided the box to its destination to be perched firmly in place. gaze wandering to her as his hands drifted to tuck themselves into his pockets since he was ignoring the numbness in his arms. complaining– not his style– but tempting.
Phlegmatic gaze promenading in pursuit of the cumbersome box as it established alignment with the barren ground, Yukina regarded the man upon his completion of the duty; her chin courteously descending into a discrete nod of acknowledgment to ensure that he does not mistakenly believe his benevolent gesture to have gone unappreciated. After all, if he has inspired anything— it would be his outward amity, his wellspring of positivity; it would be the way his mien ceaseless to be graced by an unyielding simper, despite the environment of abiding dismal that would have driven anyone to the brink of lunacy. He somehow maintained his smile.
Limps weighed heavy against her lean torso, Yukina urged her jutting shoulder blades against a neighboring wall. She proceeded to fixate her innocuous hues onto the opposing set of spectacles of her acquaintance; vestiges of potent contemplation skulked in the crevices of her physiognomy as she dwelled in this incomprehensible revelation.
Cordiality? —Hospitality? ... It was all foreign to her.*
The piercing screech of vapor was enough to wrench Yukina from the recesses of her mind, and she retracted her attention from the derailing trance of her companion— instead sauntering off to defy the bustling environment. A nimble clutch to ascent the thick frames of her copper goggles, the engineer distracted herself by readjusting the spectacles atop of her tousled locks before she progressed to unfasten her cargo jacket— liberating her firm shoulders from the coarse polyester blend that gnawed at her taunt skin. With an inattentive twang of newfound vitality, she knotted the sleeves around her waist; coupled with an austere demeanor that reacquainted itself upon her sighting of two steam smiths.
❝ Hey. ❞
She bellowed out to the pair.
❝ Parts are here. ❞
Obedient presences were retracted from the congregation of diligent workers and mechanics alike as the duo smiths sauntered in pursuit of the beckoning engineer. They approached her to equip themselves with their awaited crate━ bestowing her with their utmost gratitude but Yukina preemptively brandished a palm, dismissing the false acclaim. Instead, verdant orbs mellowed; fleshy bounds of her maw emerging into a dim simper as she swiveled a glance over the crest of her strained shoulder. A sparse relic of smile embellished her sharp physiognomy, cognizance impregnating effusive gaze; hand reposing upward to direct a keen thumb towards the meritorious man.
❝ Over there. Credits to him. ❞
Upon the departure of the two avid smiths, Yukina receded back to her companion’s vacant side. Though the fleeting simper that the engineer donned has already thawed from her visage, her piquant countenance still reigned a refined placidity. There was one more endeavor that she felt inclined to accomplish. Warm, steady grasp furled around the man’s bony wirst━ she gingerly drew his fist forth, once again engaging their eyes.
❝ Yukina. ❞
The engineer finally prized him with her name, and though her voice was stoic━ there was a glimmer of patent softness harboring within her serpentine hues. Her agile digits began to pry at his clenched fist, unfurling his fingertips until the pad of his palm is exposed. She proffered a share of reward that she procured from the steam smiths against his hand before liberating his ensnared appendage altogether.
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NAME: Rima NICKNAME: Rima GENDER: Female ZODIAC: Leo HEIGHT: 5'7 SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff FAVORITE COLOR: Pink… *glares at Yukina, Mirai, and Koito* aka my best girls
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❛ For a cutie like you? I’d be happy to give you more than just directions. What are you looking for? ❜
❝ ... ❞
𝓨ukina’s impassive features diluted pointedly; an earnest pique becoming tangible under the tilt of her brow. Well, then. The engineer struck him with a withering stare.
❝ ━ Then assuming you have the time, I would much prefer for you to show me around.❞
“—Ah.” A curt response, none too impressed with the new information. Though something of the sort had been expected- nothing could just be simple, after all- it was disappointing to hear nevertheless. The ‘Kabane’ were unsettling on their own— knowing a bit more failed to ease her worries.
Really, she had no clue what to do.
“Thank you for the information.” This time coupled with a soft sigh, the knight’s gaze lowered to her feet. She’d have to invest in some enhancements for her blade, that much was clear.
❝ ... ❞
𝓨ukina blinked steadily, strong arms barricading her chest as she peered on at the solitary female━ watching the other’s visage wrenched uncharacteristically solemn upon her elucidation regarding the matter. It was nowhere near being the reaction that she sought to pull forth from the seemingly adroit stranger.
A beat of contemplative silence enshrouded their presence of two.
❝ We could assist you with that if you’d like. ❞ Finally came a voice at length. It was gelid━ weathered by the reticent engineer’s habitual impassiveness, but it does not bear ill will. Gloved appendage protruding out to settle cordially upon the dejected personage’s shoulder, Yukina implored for her averting eyes.
❝ We have a steam smith that is much too competent for his title. I am certain that he would be more than happy to take a gander at your sword. ❞
