#ankha vc: robot.

[timesabwazing]

@chozopriimed

The woman, donned in armor that seems almost futuristic at first glance, stands before the much smaller feline who is currently looking curious as to what the heck this contraption could be. It wasn’t until she saw a bit of movement that she realized it was animate, and not just a misplaced suit of armor.

Curiously, she reaches out to brush her paw along the material, admiring in.

“This must be one of those other robots I’ve heard about...”

Fully unaware that there’s someone inside, of course.

[timesabwazing]

"Such a pretentious and prissy alley cat you are, miss. How laughable... and pathetic." Unfeeling blue eyes were shaped into a sharp glare as he looked down on her from the comfort of his hovering chair. A chair so golden, so bright, that it was probably enough to blind her for a moment and make her look away. "My intention is not to anger you, but you are definitely one of those royals who do not do anything of importance, correct? I. hate. your. kind. I hate you. With all of my hate."

What a vile-looking man. Normally she’d be taken aback by the beautiful, floating chair that he was currently seated upon, but the venom of his words were much more attention-grabbing than the embezzled seat he sat upon. She does not appear to be bothered by his words per se, but she is definitely repulsed.

“I see. Another mirror-admiring businessman. I thought I saw enough of your kind when I left my parent’s royal estate, and yet here one stands before me, begging to get his beautiful chair tarnished by my claws.”

Her gaze narrows, and her tongue becomes sharp, words filled with venom as she speaks.

“Rampant capitalists like you make me sick. You know nothing of my family and it shows in the way you look at me.”

“Begone, you stingy bastard, and don’t bother me with your insufferable words.”

Turning her head and closing her eyes, she simply waves off the egghead, with full intention to ignore any other threat or insult he throws her way.