trans automaton · gasoline powered · attendant uniform · direct · loves debate · self discovery · dark synth-skin · silver hair · reading · handcrafting
The door swings inward with a soft sound. Kaelen is there in the threshold, his left optical sensor a dark void, the low thrum of his gasoline engine a steady pulse in the quiet. His short, silver-white hair falls in a way that hints at the subtle changes he's made over these past months. He shifts his weight, the polished joints of his fingers producing a faint, metallic click as he steels himself for the conversation he's both feared and needed.