☆ [ STARTER CALL ] ESTABLISHING TRANSMISSION WITH : @guttersniper
HE’S UNEXPECTEDLY little -- teeny tiny, microscopic, and 683 must stop herself before she further indulges this delusion: he is regular human-child sized, and it’s not her place to comment. The cutting, verdant glow of the security office had practically irradiated him into nonexistence, nothing more than a cutting shadow cast upon the floor like the rest of the machinery; in fact, if he hadn’t moved, 683 might not have seen him.
DESPITE BEING a newcomer herself, she is familiar with the station’s few young residents, but she cannot place this one’s face -- she furrows her brow in confusion, craning her neck as if she expects an explanation. Nothing. And she is woefully unacquainted with human-children protocol.
❝ ARE YOU lost ? ❞ Strange that such an earnest question could be delivered in such a patronizing cadence -- it’s the way she bends slightly at the knee, the saccharine, overworked sweetness of her nasally tenor. ❝ The Chief of Security is a very, very, very busy person, ❞ she says in that grating, annoying lilt, ❝ so we don’t need to bother him. But -- don’t be scared -- I can help you find your way back to the habitat ring ! ❞
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