Shit. It just - needs five fucking seconds, okay? (Five minutes. Five hours Even five hundred would be great). It has an ID tag on the voice, vaguely, for a figure it's seen around the Convoy with black leather and a giant sword, but it can't figure out what the fuck he's doing near its room.
For a moment. Then it remembers the dent it's left in the wall, and yeah, okay, it guesses a human might come to investigate that.
There's a metal smell in the air, but it's not an iron-thick tang of blood. More like something ionized, overlaid with a clean mechanical-plastic smell. But SecUnit estimates an 83% chance that this isn't going to be enough to drive the voice on the other side of the door away, so it shoves itself upright and away from the corner of the bed to yank the door open with its one free hand.
Its expression is as blank as it can make it, but it doesn't look okay, insectoid mandibles pressed tightly against its jaw, its human hair and clothing plastered flat against its head. SecUnit's eyes are wild, even as it refuses to look Sephiroth in the face.
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Shit. It just - needs five fucking seconds, okay? (Five minutes. Five hours Even five hundred would be great). It has an ID tag on the voice, vaguely, for a figure it's seen around the Convoy with black leather and a giant sword, but it can't figure out what the fuck he's doing near its room.
For a moment. Then it remembers the dent it's left in the wall, and yeah, okay, it guesses a human might come to investigate that.
There's a metal smell in the air, but it's not an iron-thick tang of blood. More like something ionized, overlaid with a clean mechanical-plastic smell. But SecUnit estimates an 83% chance that this isn't going to be enough to drive the voice on the other side of the door away, so it shoves itself upright and away from the corner of the bed to yank the door open with its one free hand.
Its expression is as blank as it can make it, but it doesn't look okay, insectoid mandibles pressed tightly against its jaw, its human hair and clothing plastered flat against its head. SecUnit's eyes are wild, even as it refuses to look Sephiroth in the face.