How awkward it was to bump into someone who had such a strange fragrance about him, but now wasn’t the time to wish he could switch off his sensory processors. Just hoping to get out of the way of others at this point after his mistake he tried to head away from the immediate vicinity, but with one tug to his leg that stopped him in his tracks he turned around, seeing the man he had accidentally knocked over attaching himself to it with one of his messy hands.

“’Ey! Wasae big deal, aye?? No ‘pology? Nae any help??” the man slurred, pulling himself up forcefully with a tug of the Machina’s clothes, giving him a forceful poke once he got up onto his unsteady feet, “Ye city folk are all the same, ain’t ya?? Bumpin’ n’ bashin’ intae other fellah, nae ev’n an apolahhgee!”

The boy couldn’t even process what the man was trying to say, as if he was speaking in some foreign language or something but there was definitely words in there. It was strange, but he really didn’t know how to handle a situation like this or whether he should even be concerned for this man, finding it hard to understand what the man was needing or why he was so clingy all of a sudden. Staring down at the man’s hand he tried to tug away from him, only wanting to leave at this point. “…I don’t know what you’re saying, but let go”.

The man didn’t seem to take too kindly to his words or his actions, instead completely ignoring anything he said and was now trying to walk away without so much of an apology. With the boy’s desire to leave the man immediately made a grab for his forearm, tugging him in again. “Ar’ ye scoffin’ yer apology tae me? Lil’ brat! Ye think ‘cause ye got them machinie parts yer bet’a than me?? Now ye say tha magic words ‘afore I cairve ye a new gob!”

Feeling rather confused at this point the boy simply stared at the man before turning to face him, glaring at him in annoyance. “Sir, I don’t know any ‘magic words’ but if you would be so kind as to remove your grip from my arm so that I may continue with my journey! You are of no threat to me and I don’t wish to be one to you. Now, release me!”

“Oy ye thin’ ye can threaten me?? Bratty bairn! Now I see why ye got yer arms and legs all jiggered up!” Giving the kid a quick tug he soon found that the boy was pulling back, trying to get free from his grip. The drunken staggering was soon turning into a struggle for dominance, the man not giving the boy his freedom for his ignorance. “Ah said stop yer squirmin’ an’ apologise, ya lil’ runt!” the man growled as he pulled out a small knife, swiping it quickly at the boy and catching him in his cheek; however, the noise and spark that came from the knife only caused alarm in the man, the knife acting as if it had hit a brick wall and flew from the man’s hand and onto the ground. Flabbergasted, the man looked to the kid’s face, only wondering what had happened.

The boy’s face had been slightly cut, but instead of blood there was metal and what looked like very solid wires passing electricity through in dim pulses in the ‘wound’. Nothing had been damaged underneath apart from the ‘skin’ on top, the boy looking to the wound before moving a large finger to it as the man let out a sudden yell. “Agh!! Machina?! Help! Help! Rogue Machina! Comin’ tae kill us all!”

Well, that was an awfully rude assumption, but at least the man had let him go and was instead back on the floor all rolling around as if he was the one who had been hurt; however, the feeling all around him was by far anything pleasant as the atmosphere changed. Instead of ignoring the drunken man’s ramblings, people had turned to look at the man before in the direction he proceeded to point in which happened to be right at him instead. Looking from side to side as people looked, he moved his finger away from his face for only a second before the people suddenly started talking about him.

“It is a Machina!” “What? But it looks like a kid!” “Is that a new model?” “Why does it look like a Mura??” “Who does it belong to? Who would make such a thing?” The onlookers spoke, his expression turning into one of worry which only made them talk about him more. “Is it emoting? They’re not supposed to have emotions!” “Where’s the guard? Someone get the guard, quickly…” Maybe now was the time to leave this place; it wasn’t the kind of place for him, anyway. He needed to find somewhere to go to repair the damage and continue out of here, especially with all these people talking about him now. Immediately making a turn he gasped at the presence of someone right behind him, someone tall and fairly imposing; however, without even looking to see if they were this ‘guard’ or not he immediately dashed around, making a move to get away.