ㅤWINONAㅤ

They've got the charisma of an old shoebox, I'll tell you that. But there's a real humanity there they try to hide.

..well... WX doesn't really like humans, so they try and act all casual about it. Say that it's because I'm a useful minion 'n all.

But they gave me a nickname that ain't an insult, and that's the cornerstone of friendship.

They. But, ah... they're a unique model. WX-78, a Voxola. Won't tell me anythin' more. I assume the bossman himself made them.

Weird. Maybe it's 'cuz my other robot friend doesn't like the rain either? Makes 'em short circuit.

Besides, being soggy ain't pleasant for anyone.

Of course! Why wouldn't I be?

Do you need an umbrella?

Oh. Well, it ain't anymore?

The rain ain't so bad. At least it ain't thunderin', yeah?

Don't you work indoors?

..dude, one of my friends is an alien plant. I don't care.

You're an alien?

( Whoops. )

..that explains a decent amount. You okay?

Hm? Who's gonna ask what?

( It ends in her pulling him up with his legs still limp. The second she lets go, back to the ground. )

Hoo boy, you weren't kidding.

Alright. Here, let me help.

( She stands, holding a hand out. )

Nah, you're good. Anyone would be freakin' out. Deep breaths.

Ah, sorry. Just tryin'a figure out what the issue is.

Your neck?

( She takes that as an excuse to start manhandling him, looking at his neck to make sure it's alright. )

( She watches as he clearly moves his right arm. )

..seems like everything's alright? You sure you didn't bang your head on the fall, and that's why?

..huh. Are they numb at all?

Okay, deep breaths, bud. In, out.

( With a staggering strength, she drags him back to the trunk of the tree, sitting him up. )

Does anything hurt?

what? no, that was a good holy shit. that's all so elaborate, did you do that?

holy shit.

What? Hold on, you're gonna need to be a bit more specific. What part?

( It's a shockingly short amount of time between him calling for help, and it actually arriving. )

( The light of her torch makes her obvious before her own form does, quickly rushing to his fallen body before he can even speak. )

Whoa, whoa, what happened?

( Right to business. )

okay. I'll make fun of you then

isn't your writer best friends with a linguist. tell him to use her as a proofreader

* deceit

THEN PUT ME BACK IN THERE I CAN DIG UP MY OLD SEXUALITY CRISIS IDFK

YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT OLD PERSON !!!!

Hey, easy, girlie. What's goin' on?

( She sits, offering Hollyleaf a knee. )