[color=ec008c][h1]Dolce[/h1][/color]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 3:52 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]

Dolce nodded in response to his name. [color=ec008c]"Thomas..."[/color] she repeatedly watched in silence as the man spoke to his fellow engineer, then began his work. She eyes every detail intently, taking in every cut of viscera, every metallic clang, every push and pull needed to make things break to become unbroken. In almost full silence she watched, at times looking from the work to the worker. Regarding Thomas' face and motions. With a face made of wood it was often hard to read how she felt, though her monotone eyes to boot it was near impossible. After some time she broker the lack of speech. [color=ec008c]"Do you do this often? Is it enjoyable?"[/color] She was no longer looking at the man while asking this. Her eyes were looking for any reaction from the flesh golem, during his "treatment". She seemed to genuinely care for it' well being and comfort.