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blade_beam) wrote2016-12-19 11:39 pm
blade_beam) wrote2016-12-19 11:39 pm
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For fuckbot
Cloud honestly had no idea what he was doing.
After having exchanged a series of very curious text messages, with someone who he had later found out to be a robot, he was now loitering in the reception area of a hotel way above his price range waiting for further instructions. He had messaged Mettaton purely by accident, a text that had been intended for someone else, but somehow a repartee was formed and here he was, constantly refreshing his inbox to see if he'd received a response.
The Ex-SOLDIER stood out amongst the other, few, tired guests. That shock of blond, spiky hair coupled with those piercing, blue eyes made up for how short he was and the drab, dark clothing he wore. His body language hinting at his withdrawn nature and in his mind he was trying to decide whether to keep waiting or just leave.
After having exchanged a series of very curious text messages, with someone who he had later found out to be a robot, he was now loitering in the reception area of a hotel way above his price range waiting for further instructions. He had messaged Mettaton purely by accident, a text that had been intended for someone else, but somehow a repartee was formed and here he was, constantly refreshing his inbox to see if he'd received a response.
The Ex-SOLDIER stood out amongst the other, few, tired guests. That shock of blond, spiky hair coupled with those piercing, blue eyes made up for how short he was and the drab, dark clothing he wore. His body language hinting at his withdrawn nature and in his mind he was trying to decide whether to keep waiting or just leave.