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[color=f26522]"Are you a Faunus? Because I'm starting to see horns growing..."[/color] Aeschel shot back, though he became rather awkward when his compliment seemed to confuse the girl. [color=f26522][i]I don't think that helped... Urg, I think she now suspects something bad about me.[/i][/color] Should he say something else? No, best not to follow it up, unless he wanted to risk actively offending her. [color=f26522]"I'm just trying to-"[/color] He could only blush and watch as Cinna corrected him on the hand-shake, though he did get a bit of a chuckle at her expression, a chuckle which he made sure to hide behind his notebook as he pulled the large item out of his bag. It was a thick notebook, with many pieces of paper sticking out with stains, drained color and tears showing how old the thing was. [color=f26522]"Thank you very much, Cinna"[/color]

He took a moment to admire the blue boy's hat, pulling his eyes to the notebook as he opened it up, plucked a pen from its frame and started jotting notes down. So far, he'd been noting down factoids and observations about the people he'd met, questions he had about them that he could answer at some point, what he knew of their abilities so far, their weapons, basically a personal profile that some could consider quite... Creepy. That thought had crossed his mind, so he decided to skip over the pages holding the rough draft of Cinna and the Tiger Faunus he met on the Bullhead, hoping that if someone did try to be nosey, they'd just catch his writings about the measurements, materials, and components of Beacon. He hadn't had much time in the courtyard, but he could note down stuff here; His father had a bit of a thing for architecture and both parents did have a certain curiosity for how well Beacon was built; so Aeschel planned to keep note an build a 'report' he could send back to them.

However, as soon as his eyes glanced over to Daedalus, his gaze was ripped away from the notes and lingered on the metallic parts of the man's body. Aeschel could swear that stars reached his eyes at that moment as the engineer in him squealed in delight, like a school girl meeting a celebrity. [color=f26522]"A cyborg? THAT'S AMAZING!"[/color] Now the bigger questions were: Would the man be offended if Aeschel asked to examine him? If there were a few questions about how the machinery worked? If the man kept any schematics Aeschel could drool over? Cybernetics wasn't exactly a common science these days, a relatively new and taboo subject even in Atlas, which just meant there was so much not known about it. [color=f26522][i]Father would want to cut off a piece of him and take it back home. Mother would ask if she could take him back to the garage and 'experiment'. All in all, I have the most normal reaction here...[/i][/color]