Rebooting and Trying again (Safi)

There was a tiny sigh. A sigh could imply any number of things, but this time it was out of annoyance. It came from a blonde haired Teenager, walking with an apparently heavy bad. Scavenging for parts in the slums was a common thing, these days. They were mostly free, and just laying around, after all. In his mind, that was enough to justify him taking whatever he wanted. The bag was the problem, today. He had grabbed too much, and the result was the bag dragging along, and him straining, even with his metal arm. Being metal from the elbow down still put strain on his normal muscles, after all...he could already tell he was going to be sore all of the next day. Eventually, he had to stop, letting go of the bag's handles, and rubbing his shoulder. He gave the bag an angry glare, maybe expecting it to catch on fire, or something like that. Instead, he just gave it a kick, wincing when his foot connected with metal. Really, he supposed he had been asking for that one.

He sat down next to the bag after moving it out of the way, fighting the urge to start watching cat videos. If he started doing that, he'd NEVER get moving again. It wasn't too far away from his house, and so long as he stayed focused on his objectives, he'd make it in no ti-

"Meow..."

God dammit.

Azul looked up from his interface, and it vanished. He stared at the person who had decided to approach him, quietly. He would never get used to the People in Junction, he supposed. Not even because they were strange aliens, just because they were so social. Most people he used to hang around would NEVER do something like that. "...sitting." He finally offered, standing up. It was truthful...at the moment. "Standing." He continued, crossing his arms.

Honestly, it was just how he was. Wasn't he minding his own business...for the most part? Why couldn't other people at least try and mind his?...well, maybe that was a bit more rude than he would like to actually say. At best (Unless it was in the morning) He'd ask for some privacy, but... "...Carrying junk home." He finally admitted. And it was junk...just junk he had plans to fix up into something NOT junk. And in his eyes that was enough to make it have SOME sort of value. No matter how little.

Azul paused. "...'s fine." He assured, after considering it for a moment. He supposed he would have looked a bit out of place. Even sitting out of the way, it would have been an odd sight. He wouldn't be openly rude anyway...at least on purpose. He couldn't help but be  insensitive, sometimes, though it was never truly on purpose. He looked the person over. He seemed alright, at least. He had certainly seen weirder people in Junction, appearance wise.

"...A break." He admitted, rubbing his shoulder. Metal was heavy. And his foot was sore on top of it now. Honestly, he was surprised he had managed to get the bag as far as he did without needing to stop and rest. "Heavy." He shrugged.

Azul shrugged. Yes. Extremely so. He wasn't exactly the muscular sort, so it was even harder than it normally would be. "Heavy enough." He admitted, with a small sigh. He really needed to remind himself moderation was a thing the next time he went scavenging. Failing that, he needed to remind himself there was such a thing as making two trips. He stared at the persons wings for a moment, before shaking his head. "Pretty far." He rubbed the back of his head. Well. It wasn't actually very far, in distance, but factoring in the bag and...well. It suddenly become far further than it seemed.

Azul stopped to think about it, for a moment. He mulled it over, focusing hard. "No." He finally decided. He didn't really like the idea of people knowing where he lived. Honestly, he never even gave out his fake name. And he would NEVER give out his real one...he wasn't even sure he remembered it. It was never used, after all. Even back on his own planet. "Appreciate it." He offered, though he would be fine on his own. It'd take a while, but it was easier than trusting some random person with his address. If he knew them better, maybe, but...

He picked up his bag, with a small grunt, rubbing his arm a little once more. He needed to get moving again, or he never would...it was unfortunate, but true.

Azul nodded. "Won't get hurt." He nodded. Honestly, he wasn't one to ask another person for help anyway. It was just...how he was. "Again. Appreciate it." He assured, before beginning to walk away. He gave a tiny sigh to himself, dragging the bag along. People were 'nice' in Junction, sometimes. And honestly that was weirder than any alien he could see there.

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