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Sixteen always comes back from his walks at the worst time.

❝That can’t be Goku. Son Goku never smells that foul.❞

He’s not Broly, but he’s arrived to dispose of the source of the unpleasant amounts of BO that have invaded the labs.

He’s been spending so much time in the forests that moss has begun to grow on the shoulders of his armor.

Seems he’s been spending so much time in the forests that there’s a gathering of moss upon his armor.

He’s friendly. Don’t let his RBF dissuade you from pursuing conversation.

As usual, he’s happy to keep her company regardless of the circumstance surrounding such. He’s even finished tending to the aviary early solely to set such time aside for her.

Another day spend birdwatching.

— trial to begin.

— android pressed his weight onto his right leg, lean forward so to press all ten fingertips onto the pristine ground below, whilst his right leg remained behind him, toes flat upon the ground whilst his foot remained raised, assuming a runner’s position as he awaited the —

— despite his stoic tone. Of all the people he served under during his two times active, she was the only to treat him as more than a mere tool, and the android was more grateful than he could convey about that simple fact. As she departed for the control room, the armored —

— the soft hand upon his arm, sky blue hues finding their way upon Twenty-One as he offered a smile to her, finding comfort in being at her side once more. ❝It brings me joy to see you again, Twenty-One.❞ A nod of the head was offered, hopeful to convey some warmth —

— my ground-based locomotion as well as low altitude flight.❞ . . . A certain memory cropped up. ❝I’ll ensure not to damage the ceiling like last time a flight test was conducted.❞ He was prepared to enter a position braced to take off into a sprint, before he sensed —

— far more brutal than any Twenty-One had subjected Sixteen to, but the reminder of the training room’s potential was enough to ensure all systems were on full alert. ❝A test of movement should suffice to begin with. If we’ve the proper programs, I’d like a test of both —

— plain room was presented, the automaton stepped forward into the designated starting area. These rooms were most commonly utilized by models Thirteen, Seventeen, and Eighteen, evident by the faint traces of all three enhanced human’s DNA about the room. Their trials were —

— worry about the safety of the various plants and animals that decorated the surface of the beautiful planet and animals he inhabited, as well as to see Twenty-One be low on stress, something he hadn’t ever had the opportunity to bear witness to prior. As the deceptively —

— voice was sufficient to inform him that the Earth was no longer in harm’s way, as of current, at least. Truth be told, there was a tinge of relief to not be rebuilt solely for an ongoing world-threatening matter. There was a serendipity to merely existing without cause to —

Brows furrowed as Frieza’s revival was brought up, bringing forth sour memories of the amalgamation dubbed Cell, whose malicious behavior could be attributed to the sadistic hedonism inherited from the cells of Frieza and his father, but the relate lack of urgency in her —

|| nuts to think it’s been that long since we started writing together.