[color=f26522]"Well, my Baby is still under convenience testing and tick checks. So, I can't defend her until she's gotten past advance field testing"[/color] He had spent a long time constructing his weapon, over the course of a year he had managed to forge ten different models. The tenth, final and now only one was attached to his hip, surviving. The others hadn't made it through foundation, basic or any other base level testing. Number ten, however, after a few sleepless nights, was ready. Yeah, there might be a small bug or two, but it was ready to fire at Grimm and slice whatever crossed its path.

[color=f26522]"Oh, of course. Absolute domination or left behind to burn, huh?"[/color] He at first thought to go on and say how he agreed, took the mentality himself or give an analogy of a cool thing he did. But after a few more seconds of thought, he realized that such pointless lies and blatant pandering would just make him look like an ass. [color=f26522]"Some would say that good enough is the best"[/color] He just wanted to get along with people, yet he was already getting that inkling of judgment alarm in his spine. He had to be saying the wrong thing again. [color=f26522]"Don't tell her, she'll blow me up again..."[/color] While sounding like a joke, Aeschel had a face of someone who was serious about the fact. He still had a boil or two on his leg from when His mother tested a bomb made to throw people into a state of itching.

Aeschel began to fiddle with his hands, shooting Cinna with a tired look as he tried to scrutinize her expression. He didn't want to make bad judgements of people, but he also didn't want to waste his time or hinder others unintentionally, so that bad feeling in his gut was screaming at him to at least question beyond the surface layer of the conversation. [color=f26522]"Do you want me to go?"[/color]


Talking to: [@Ithradine]