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What looked like a pot fell down out of a shelf in the stand. His eyes tracked it for a moment before he jerked his arm back, dislodging his sword from the wood. He was looking down before a noise grated over him. Expecting some sort of monster, Streamers put his game face on and hopped back from the postbox, holding his sword parallel to the ground above his head. Narrow red slits widened immediately once he saw what he was faced with. The sharp weapon shined a little bit as it was drawn back to his side. The blade retracted and clipped back behind his shoulder where it remained. Streamers actually liked humans. He liked to consider many of them friends.

The young 'bot smiled as to appear non-threatening. After all, the five-foot sharp object probably wouldn't make many too comfortable with it swinging around in their proximity. He wasn't entirely oblivious to the fearful reaction. A few quick steps were taken closer before he stopped, leaning in.

"Don't worry. I'm not evil," Streamers attempted to explain like if he felt he needed to.

The human female took far too long to locate a hiding spot. She winced when she was addressed until she realized what the robot said. Not evil? Huh? A look of suspicion crossed her face, determining if she should trust the metallic male or not. The look dissolved from her face once she finished her minute long evaluation. If he really wanted to kill her, he could have done so easily moments ago. He could easily have stomped on her if he wanted to, right? Right. She relaxed the tension in her body, though mentally scolded herself for doing so. This was a stranger, someone she had no business with. Why would she talk to someone instead of continue on with her 'mission' of sorts?

Well, it certainly wasn't normal to stumble upon a giant robot. She couldn't just pass up the opportunity to talk to something she had never seen before. Before she could let loose some sort of comment she'd probably regret, her hazel eyes fell upon another in the area. A pretty femme with pale blonde locks. Azalea almost had a heart-attack when she heard Aurora's voice. She didn't expect anyone else to appear. "Uh, yeah, I'd say he's pretty big. Guess he scared off all the zombies around here," the girl replied with a slight shrug. Now Azalea had two people to talk to. Not like she was going to complain too much. She wasn't too picky with her company.

"Name's Azalea." No need for last names or titles. The princess wasn't too thrilled to talk about her status or her lineage with those she just met, or really at all. She gestured her head in Streamers' direction. "Not sure about what his name is. I'm not part of the Collar Clan, but I'm trying to find food too." At least back at the castle she was well-fed! She didn't have to go searching for her own food. A thought crept into her mind. Maybe she didn't have to go looking for her own food alone.

"Hey, I think we all have a better chance of surviving if we all look for food together, right? We can find some food, split it up between the three of us, and we each bring something back to our groups. That way, nobody has to go hungry when we head back."

Aurora shrugged casually. "I was just asking out of curiosity, I don't care," she purred, "Nice to meet you both. I've sort of met a robot before. My Daddy builds them sometimes." Mostly to keep her company. He saw anything alive as obsolete and annoying except for her. Especially humans. Her stomach growled.

"Well I'm super hungry," she mused, "Do robots get hungry, I wonder? Do you get hungry, Streamers?"