>>5691688Thistle, looks at the assailant, it’s erratic actions, the fear somehow visible, through robotic lenses. That odd cyan heart in this chest. It was trying to hurt and maim yet its actions felt so…alive. And was still throwing clockwork at them.
Berdly swatted back the nefarious magic projectiles with the exaggerated swagger of a nerd who thinks they are cool. He looks to his two friends who are currently dodging the rainfall of parts.
“Come on! I know this may seem bleak but it’s three against one! With someone as brilliant as me by your side surely we shall-“
“Berdly, Thistle’s going to try and talk to it. So just…hold off on…being you for a moment.” The fat cat says raising up a paw to stop whatever act of violence the bird was cooking up.
“But they attacked us.” Berdly said with a bit of bewilderment. Catti looks to thistle with half-lidded eyes. Thistle nervously gives her a pair of twine finger guns in response, she sighed.
“Let’s just see where it goes? Okay?” Catti says as killer clockwork whizzed past her.
The halberd wielding bird nerd looked towards Thistle then Catti.
“Did he hit his head or something.” He asks genuinely concerned for his friends mental state as of late.
“I mean you two did land on me so that’s a possibility.” Thistle admits, without a hint of shame.
Berdly chuckles, as does Catti despite their situation.
“Stop laughing at me!” It yells with anger sounding in the verge of oily tears. Oh right.
Thistle adjusts his hat and clears his throat of dust and hopefully any spiders, mom’s workers sometimes get lost.
Thistle attempts to convince the automata on the brink of tears hopefully he’s still got it.
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