[ Judging by what he says, she imagines that they must be massive wings. Likewise, she wouldn't want to add on to the extra cleaning. Plus she doesn't want to ruin another person's property. The clean up would be even bigger than a puddle of drool inside of a book. There's plenty more that she can ask about artificial angels, but now her mind is honing in on his wings. One kind of angel is from science and the other is from God. She has some familiarity with machines. That's enough of an explanation for now though. ]
Then let's go outside. I wanna see!
[ Shifting around in her seat, Fio allows her legs to dangle off the edge, feet barely touching the floor. Just as she's about to slide down, she realizes that she might be getting ahead of herself. She didn't even wait for him to give the green light. That's impolite.
She places her hands on her lap, to appear well-behaved and patient. ]
...Is that okay? [ A pause, realizing something else: she never introduced herself. ] My name is Fio, by the way.
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Then let's go outside. I wanna see!
[ Shifting around in her seat, Fio allows her legs to dangle off the edge, feet barely touching the floor. Just as she's about to slide down, she realizes that she might be getting ahead of herself. She didn't even wait for him to give the green light. That's impolite.
She places her hands on her lap, to appear well-behaved and patient. ]
...Is that okay? [ A pause, realizing something else: she never introduced herself. ] My name is Fio, by the way.