There was that creaking again. Aeolus’ home was modern but antique? He had some wooden doors, some that slid open automatically, though disguised and made of sturdy wood. Floors seemed up to date too… But sometimes the reploid felt there was a precense or something moving upstairs, mostly near the room Aeolus had hidden as off-limits. Copy didn’t believe in ghosts, like the ones in the boy’s fairy tales. If humans died… they die? Reploids can come back as elves if their data is kept safe.
But he couldn’t help thinking, when Copy was alone and the boy was away. Was the boy really alone before him? Hm.
He didn’t leave his stuffed dog there last night.
Ngh, dem hands.
I really like his custom outfit as a cyberelf, not gonna lie