You're Amazing At Art =3

you're amazing at art =3

Remember I said I’m going to disassemble N, never am I referring to Nate.

Some other loser is getting mauled.

Last night me and him were bonding via drawing. Look at this super cool and not at all cringy drawing of me as an anime girl.

Surprised by the language Nate used, she let him catch the spot. Tessa giggled happily, "You did it!"

He's doing hyper zoomies ooops

@nate-doorman-elliot

Tessa enters the room and sees Nate. She remembered something and she pulled out a laser pointer that she saved from an earlier ask.

"Hey, Nate, check this out," she trilled before she aimed the pointer at the floor

Hey Robo Tessa, guess what!?

I JUST BOUGHT A BILLBOARD FOR YOUR SALON!

Put whatever you want on it! I don't care.

Okay, so Graphic Design is NOT my passion but... It's eye catching

Thanks for the ad space.

"All is forgiven, dear... you are safe here," Tessa soothed gently, surprised by hearing her own voice singing faintly from the Fractal of Waltzing Matilda.

"Just know, I actually am thankful for this gift of a new life... despite everything, I am glad."

[SYS//: direct_message_request ("Fractal")]

I appreciate your cooperation

Here are the coordinates

You may bring a friend or weapon if you feel threatened

Simply follow the music :3

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The coordinates seemed to lead to a long abandoned foundry, above ground and near the Cabin Fever labs, if you truly wish to investigate...

She loaded up her messenger bag with a couple vials of flavoured oil, a drone first aid kit, and brought some welding goggles, JUST in case of sentinels before she flew off to where the pine trees were, just beyond the ridge. She landed near the foundry and listened.

What was it like when you found J for the first time?

Well, Father had some broken drones in the garage for me to pick from... and I decided on a drone who was otherwise cosmetically perfect but her head was detached, it was an easy enough fix anyways. They wanted me to have a "playmate/babysitter" I think I was maybe 8 at the time

We built J together, and programmed her... Mother had bought a nylon wig for my drone, you know, so I'd maybe learn to braid hair on my "living doll" You know, because -Louisa impression- that little ragamuffin needs to learn how to do her own hair if she's just going to cry everytime I pick up a hairbrush.

-her voice returns to normal after a little laugh- I think that was the only kind deed my parents ever did.

I wasn't allowed to name J what I wanted to name her, not that I remember what the J initially would be for, but, I was allowed to pick a letter as "I wouldn't get as emotionally attached if something happened and I needed to replace her"... I chose J because of a blue jay that flew through my open window and ate cranberries and breadcrumbs from my hands