Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160327035811

"I'm a construct; I don't need insides." Ptolemy replies before pecking his wing, adjusting one of the metal feathers and transfixing his attention to Michi as she continued drifting silently around him. "Can I help you?" Armstrong merely chuckles quietly, observing them.