this old dark machine

Boy he's a pill sometimes... :)

The sooty female did not seem at all disenchanted by his gruff response. Quite the opposite, really; she returned his monosyllabic reply with a cheery chirp of ‘okie-dokie’. He narrowed his brows at her and frowned deeply, casting small shadows over his vibrant eyes of orange-gold. Onyx then followed her pleasant retort with a question pertaining to what the ashen male was supposedly doing. He drew in a heavy sigh and his eyes fell away from her for a moment as he dared to look at his desired path. Had Kierkegaard not been stopped, he would have been well on his way to his next designation. Instead, he was halted by the chipper young shadowy female. “I was scouting,” he answered her in a low rumbling voice. Perhaps she would understand that he had better things to do than stand around and chit-chat with strangers. Hadn’t he played the socialite for long enough?