"Historia held out a floral crown to the stranger. "And for you.""
Mechanical eyes fixated on the crown that was decorated with purely flowers, eyeing it in curiosity. Was he… required to wear it?
… He rather not– if he were to be completely honest.
“Um… tha̷nks̶?
I don’t really wan̵t̢ i̴t̨, though.”
"WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?"
A bold approach from the mechanic toy, with such a useless question. The model before him was simple– basic and it looked something like trash. An index finger subconsciously brushed off his cheek while his cerulean hues averted away, the android being unsure of what to reply with.
“N͏o҉t̢h͏i͟ng̨.͟”
[ if he leaves them alone, then they’ll go away. ]