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                              Emerson jumped when the female spoke again, her words directed towards them (usually, they wouldn't be so presumptuous, however the two were the only individuals waiting at the stop currently).  Their face turned to a light pink at the stranger's concern, no doubt realizing how strange they must have looked. 

                              "No!...I-it's not that. You're not making me uncomfortable...please don't feel obligated to leave. A-am I making you uncomfortable?" The android began to worry at their bottom lip once again, turning to face the female with furrowed brows of concern. Emerson didn't want to frighten this person, nor make her uncomfortable! 

          {|☾✗☽|}—Isis very well noticed the other’s uneasy actions. She noticed their continuous movements of pulled back stares, shuffling feet, and the biting of the lips. The stranger was presenting all this vividly as well. After letting them be with these actions, the woman finally spoke out;

"Are you okay?" Her voice was laced in the slightest trace of concern, a brow raised. "Um… If I’m making you uncomfortable, I can go stand at another stop."

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                              "I-it wouldn't kill you! W-well...Not instantly at least. Overeating is the leading cause for obesity, and obesity has a high risk for death!" The android informed the other with a nervous lilt to their words. They didn't know this person but the nonchalant attitude towards death was worrying. "That sounds like a very bad thing!" Emerson squeaked out, having half a mind to take away the cookies. 

   "Oh really? Would it kill me if I ate so fast?" That would be interesting, wouldn’t it? Some people said that eating too much would kill you. But eating too little will kill you too. But that had to be the case with everything. She had to wonder if she would die by over indulgence. With her current way or life, it could be a definite possibility. "Death by sweets….that doesn’t sound half bad."

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                              It wasn't necessarily her that made them uncomfortable, more like any attention from any part of the human race. Emerson felt themselves stiffen, however decided not to act as though it really affected them--which, was dreadfully obvious anyway. "U-um--please be c-careful! Don't eat it too fast...the human digestive system can not handle sugars too well when too much is forced in at once...!" They held up a hand, simply letting it rest in the air as they tried to explain something that was common knowledge.

     Oh. Did she make this person uncomfortable. While it was a bit hurtful, Riley suppose that she get used to things like that. She made people uncomfortable sometimes. 'Don't get upset. Just get food.' Staring at the cookies that was offered, Riley took the cookie within her mouth. She probably should have taken it with her hands, but the other was already so nervous.

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                              Emerson was used to the mistreatment inflicted on them by humans. It only made sense, after all. Pure creations of perfection were nothing compared to an artificial piece of metal and plastic. They were more than aware of how inadequate compared to humans they were, and didn't even mind it all too much. 

                              Rocking on their heels, the android fisted the hem of their shirt, wrinkling the fabric in a tragic manner. Biting at their lip, they shifted their eyes towards the female before quickly retracting his gaze. This continued on for quite some time, the occasional nervous hum or intake of breath passing from the poor thing's lips as they tried to remain quiet; it was obvious the female had no interest in speaking with them. 

          {|☾✗☽|}—Isis’ head immediately shot to the stranger as they spoke, jubilant expression slightly debilitating. A certain (however forced) smile was given, a small nod following it. "Mhm." 

Now, where did this being come from? And why did they look so… Awkward? Slightly perplexing, yes— a little unnerving as well. But the woman wouldn’t let this thorny little chat ruin her day. So she returned to herself, waiting for the bus once more. Thus, the uncomfortable silence sank in. 

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                              Even if the touch was indirect, Emerson still found themselves flinching back a little before stuttering out a completely incoherent sentence. Honestly, they were such a sad excuse for not only a human--but an android as well. "Um...H-here..." They extended their arm, offering the cookies to the hungry individual. 

"Aaah—-…!" Was that cookies she smelt? That would be wonderful to eat. Oh, she loved cookies so much. Would the other be so kind as to feed her? She pulled on the other’s sleeve, pointing at her mouth.

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                              They're much too polite and nervous to simply initiate something like that, but Emerson is more than willing to give the other the cookie samples they were given if asked. 

    Maybe if she opened her mouth wide enough, someone would take pity on her and put food in her mouth. Or something more tasty.

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                              Emerson has a free cookie sample but they can't eat it, considering the whole android thing. However, they are more than happy to give it away to someone in dire need of a chocolate chip cookie. 

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                              Emerson was grateful for the free time he was given by their owners, despite how timid they were and an overall nervous wreck all the time--they still enjoyed simply walking, watching people pass by, seeing each individual face and detail. It was interesting, nice, even. Humans weren't programmed, humans had divine emotions that Emerson would never understand. However, they were not envious of that--in fact, quite the opposite, elated to be in the company of humans. 

                              A perfect spot for observation was the bus. It always had the strangest people on there, a very diverse community. Mothers with children, teenagers meeting their friends, and so much more. It was like a cookie assortment, each person with their own little ingredients that made them super special! Turning their head, they noticed someone else waiting with them--who looked about as content as Emerson themselves. "I-it's a nice day isn't it?" Emerson squeaked out, mentally kicking themselves at the weak tone of their voice before quickly adverting murky blue eyes. 

              {|☾✗☽|}—Maybe it was how the clouds looked today, or the change in temperature. It could have been how well Isis made her tea that morning, or how her neighbor’s weren’t making as much racket today than usual. But, whatever it was, it made her feel… Buoyant— which she hasn’t felt in quite a while. 

For this rather cheerful sensation, the woman decided to go treat herself out for once. There she walked herself to the bus stop, silently waiting for the motorcoach with her unknown jovial expression. 

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                              Shifting their eyes around, Emerson considered leaving but then quickly remembered they had no where to go. Their owners were out on a vacation without them (plane tickets are expensive). But they're also kind of scared of this guy. "Um--" do noises of anxiety count as talking?

A glare was adressed to the other when the voice was manifested again, but then it seemed this stranger regretted his decision. Short sigh escaping through the lips, once the cigar was grabbed by the base with the thumb and index, removing it from his mouth. Introductions, such a pain. He was not there to make friends. “… Arin.”

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                              "May I ask your name--" Emerson quickly shut their mouth upon the rejection of their vocal company. Instead, they nodded their head and fisted their hands through their shirt, watching on with silent eyes as the male took drags from his cancer stick. 

"Well, Emerson…" The redhead started, producing a pause to take an inhale from the tabacco, filling his lungs with the toxic smoke before release it in a long exhalation. "My problem is not with you, so if you don’t want to win one now, better keep your mouth shut." Rude is his second name, actually.

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                              They were used to people being rude to them; after all, they weren't a human. Wincing, Emerson tugged at their blond locks. "I-I'm Emerson. You can...just call me that if you want. O-or call me nothing at all!" That cigarette is making them more nervous than usual.

"First, I give a fuck. And second, who the hell are you?" There will be dead soon anyway if he doesn’t find the way to make his anger decay. Hence, the cigarette was lighted anyway, bringing close to his mouth to trap it with the lips.

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                              "443,000 estimated deaths are caused by tobacco use each year--and that's not even adding those who die from secondhand smoke." Your friendly neighborhood robot giving you the facts. 

He is not dealing with this shit tonight. A cigarette. That would be perfect to calm his mood.

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                               As much as Emerson wanted to simply flee the scene, they instead sent a pitying look to the man on his knees; desperately patting the ground for his glasses which were honestly right next to Emerson's feet--bending down, they gracefully picked up the glasses, careful not to smudge their fingers over the clear part. "Uh--here you go." They spoke softly, holding out their arm. 

       {✔}  ⇢ Being bumped into had his glasses falling to the floor. No anger or frustration or annoyance built up in Yuuki, however he did dive to the floor— patting the area around his person for the thick-framed glasses that helped him see. “I—It’s okay! I forgive you…” He said absentmindedly, all the while patting the ground.

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                               Yet another reason they hated the men's restroom--besides from it being completely unsanitary--men were incredibly rude and scary. Gulping, Emerson simply nodded, making their way to try and move around the male. Though, in the process, they bumped into the other, immediately tensing up and not moving further. "U-um, I uh--um..." 

                               He doesn’t want to argue much — it would take effort. Effort takes energy and soforth. Layne however for most part ignoring the latter as he’s tired from the work at the bakery and the assignments piling up. The last thing he would want was a feminine girl guy to be asking him for a paper towel “God you have your fucking legs and hands. Get them yourself”

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                               Emerson was getting a little frustrated with the cold weather, one day it would be warm and the next it was right back to freezing! They had to bundle up, for fear of short-circuiting (they needed to be in controlled climates). With a particularly long scarf on, Emerson tried to adjust it around their neck; however, they couldn't exactly stop and do it, so they proceeded to walk. Though, that wasn't a very bright idea, because next they were tripping over the fabric as it fell to the ground, lurching forward and into a warm body. Jumping back, eyes darting back and forth, Emerson quickly wrapped their scarf around their neck, almost completely covering their face. "S-sorry! I didn't...mean to bump into you! Please forgive me!" 

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                               "I-I'm not an idiot!" Emerson found themselves protesting before their face heated up, realizing they were still on the ground and their pants were sure to be unfortunately wet. Standing up, they shifted their eyes around. "U-um--could you pass me a p-paper towel?" He was kind of blocking the way. 

                                 Honestly, the level of idiocracy in people had only increased even more. He knew he shouldn’t judge by his sight only and that the latter must’ve fallen for reasons. But Layne was human after all, and he was prone to judge other. “Idiot —” He muttered at the fallen man before stepping over him to the sink to wash his own hands.  

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                               Emerson was washing their hands in the men's restroom (androids don't go to the bathroom but they like clean hands), usually they would use the women's because it's much cleaner, but there was a very long line. Upon reaching over to grab at a paper towel, they somehow managed to slip on a liquid on the floor (they will pray it was water) and ending up on their bottom. Next, they will pray that no one saw that. However, it seemed luck was not in their favor, because they saw a foot next to his thigh, which was still pressed against the floor.