Copy gave the other that stare of his. The one he would give to a worker when they spouted off words without knowing how silly they sounded. His expression hadn’t changed dramatically, though the way his eyes widened just a tad spoke millions. Especially towards the boy whom had learned over the course of a year how to identify Copy’s many slight expressions.
“Uses.” It had taken months for Copy to accept Aeolus uses Harpuia’s power, essence. No. Copy shook his head. He didn’t want to look at him.
Turning, the smaller made his way to the window, regally (as much as cyberelf could at least) and went through it, exiting the cozy home.
Mica tilted her head then hung her body upside down on the shelf; toes hanging onto the blanket she propped up there, imitating a bat. “Oooo…oops?” She could tell the boy had unintentionally upset ‘mother’. “I be good. You… sleep cycle.” It was the most rational thing to do.
Aeolus sighed a little at the other’s expression, his eyebrows raising. Oh no, not now. He wasn’t willing to deal with the cyberelf’s weird bouts of being ‘offended’ at- Ah, of course.
Copy X still didn’t like the concept of biometals, biomatches, and using of the Guardian’s power. However, he had to grow used to the facts. It was how things were, and it was the only way to utilize their aid in the world of the future.
He rolled his eyes, waving at Mica a little, tiredly, and heading to the bed. He might as well sleep rather than have an argument with the damnable cyberelf over terms. What else would Siarnaq do with Model P? Leave it to rot in a shelf or use it as a skipping stone?
“See you tomorrow.” He grumbled, then glanced at Mica.
“You better be here when I wake up in the morning.”
The goddamn cyberelves always got into trouble and he wished for a pretty large moment that Copy X had left Mica home.
Ah well, tomorrow would hopefully be better. Even after he tucked himself in, he could not sleep, not until a few hours later. Worry was taking its toll, after all, but he was exhausted.