[ at marcille's door, there will be an anonymous delivery! it's a little gold bird drone! it's similar color to her hair. there's a note attached to it that says "marcille donato". the bird drone's temperament will be sweet and playful ]
[ When Marcille answers the quick succession of taps at her door, she expects the little mechanical bird to be delivering a message. Instead, as soon as she takes the note clipped into its beak, the little bird flits past her in the blink of an eye and starts taking in its new home. ]
What the— Hey!
[ Marcille plays cat and mouse with this thing until she finally gives up and slumps in her desk chair. The little bird perches on her bedpost, eyes open and head tilted as it watches Marcille read the note.
Only her name...? (Because you're evil.) Marcille turns the note over and finds nothing. She sets the note on her desk and raises her eyes to her new roommate, lower lip protruding as she studies it. ]
You'd better not be something weird.
[ She feels crazy, talking as if it can understand her. The little bird tilts its head to its other side, its head on a gimbal, and then seems to go into sleep mode, closing its small mechanical eyes and shrugging a little into its metal wings.
Marcille deflates, caught off-guard by its sudden defenselessness. Then she decides on its name. ]
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What the— Hey!
[ Marcille plays cat and mouse with this thing until she finally gives up and slumps in her desk chair. The little bird perches on her bedpost, eyes open and head tilted as it watches Marcille read the note.
Only her name...? (Because you're evil.) Marcille turns the note over and finds nothing. She sets the note on her desk and raises her eyes to her new roommate, lower lip protruding as she studies it. ]
You'd better not be something weird.
[ She feels crazy, talking as if it can understand her. The little bird tilts its head to its other side, its head on a gimbal, and then seems to go into sleep mode, closing its small mechanical eyes and shrugging a little into its metal wings.
Marcille deflates, caught off-guard by its sudden defenselessness. Then she decides on its name. ]