Character: Curly Butterfly
Status: Awkward

The Ironbelle moved through the icy kingdom with ease, appearing to almost glide across the footpath. The heating chemicals pumping throughout its black metal shell kept snow and rime at bay, leaving only the presence of a gentle warmth.
The eyes on its smooth metal dome immediately noticed the girl and man in the distance, who stuck out like a sore thumb in comparison to the rest in the fortress. Vagrants? Drifters? It didn't know, and that pulled its curiosity.

With a few beeps, the mecha made its way towards them, swaying its bell from side to side. Within the mecha, Curly cursed under his breath. “The hell ya’ doing?!” he spat out, trying to control the mecha to no avail “I don't wanna talk ta’ nobody unless I gotta-”

The Ironbelle stopped in front of the two, letting off a few more beeps. Eyes pulled up in an effort to express something like a smile, it waved at them, before opening its chest to pull Curly out and force him to engage. She nudged her short pilot at them, who in turn looked at them puzzled. “Aw hell…” he muttered under his breath, turning to face the two stiffly. “Uh… Howdy".

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