my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

monotonxus:

           Mai repressed a roll of her eyes, but allowed
           a sigh to pass though her lips. Aside from that,
           her expression only lifted from a scowl to one
           of disinterest.

❝ Just don’t attract unwanted attention.”

                     She didn’t bother digging into specific with the
                     other woman. Frankly, she didn’t care if she was
                     having some sort of trouble nor did she have any
                     intention of offering help to speed things up.
                     Whatever she was doing, it seemed like dirty work
                     and Mai wasn’t interested in having to scrape grime
                     from beneath her nails later on. Potting plants was
                     enough mess for Mai, thank you.

          However, while what the woman was doing didn’t really
          interest her, the object she was fiddling with did gain her
          attention. It looked mechanical, that much she knew,
          but aside from that it was something entirely foreign to her.

                          ❝ … what is that thing? A weapon?”

        If it weren’t for the fact she hadn’t heard
        footsteps retreating or a door closing,
        Asami might have thought the girl had left.
        The silence that prevails isn’t an uncomfortable
        one, however she can feel the other’s gaze
        on her —- or rather, the thing she’s working on.

                                   Her hands work diligently; cranking
                                   and tightening; loosening and moving
                                   things about.

        “A weapon? Of course not. It’s a bike. At least,
        it’s going to be. A faster one, at that.”

                                  Not like the rudimentary pedal bikes
                                  that prevailed. This was going to be
                                  the stepping stone for greater progress.
                                  She just needed to add some things to
                                  its design. Preferably some sort of
                                  chassis that would protect the engine
                                  her father had designed.