[center]

[color=silver][h1][u]RADIATRON[/u][/h1][/color]



Radiatron had not made a single movement the entire time, his long lanky arms loosely hung by his side like rubber bands halfway over a shelf yet they didn't swing an inch. By the time anyone had showed up a pigeon had landed on top of his rod-shaped skull and started to lazily peck about as it blinked. That's how still he was, his own post cannot write about him because he was so inactive that most of the content is now about a bird and me typing about typing said bird. 



As the girl sat across across from him, also motionless, his shadowry slit that mocked as a visor peered down at her from his towering frame. Darkness shrouded any indication of emotion or calculation, only the paranoid projections of any onlooker. His bendy arms swung back and forth like loose cables as he started to slowly shuffle forward towards her, loudly thudding a hollow drum with each step.



[i]"Hey"[/i] A muffled male voice erupted from within it's chest [i]"I don't think I've seen you before. I'm John..."[/i] It's voice quickly become fake and electronic, as if someone were mimicing a robot[b][i] "Radiaton 4000."[/i][/b] It paused suddenly, staring at her with its arm slightly up attempting a handshake before suddenly jolted back to life and rose it up all the way with a muffled voice again [i]"Don't mind that. I've been here a long time. I think...So I normally know all regular faces"[/i]



As he finished his introduction the robot spun around in a swift shuffle as Leo called out to him. Bursting with the synthetic tune again [b][i]"RADIATRON vast 300 mega byte computer core finds no stimulation in primitive EARTHLING ACTIVITES. HOWEVER. In the interest of alien comradery, I will seek a new hobby in order to preserve your health, Professor"[/i][/b] The metal rod looked at the girl, looked at the cafe then finally looked at Leo, a moment of silence following each as if some sort of sign was going to jump out and hit on him the head on what he should do. After an awkward moment 30 seconds he replied.



[b][i]"Yes. I too love lemon squares. Confectionary generic geometery are clearly superior to euclidean food"[/i][/b] Radiatron couldn't eat or drink and any local knew it but he pretended to all the same. They tried to give him a very long straw a while back so he could at least drink, but his slit isn't exactly near his mouth and it caused him to fling glasses and cups across the cafe by accident to the point they simply stopped trying. The robot waved its arms about in mock excitement, if you call vaguely twirling them a bit "excitement" when the cafe turned the sign to open.


[i]"Alright. Time to eat"[/i] The muffled man commanded out to both of them, his voice feeble from fatigue.




[hider=tag]

[@ShwiggityShwah][@DocRock]

[/hider]

[/center]