Ah - hah! Alright! Score - sounds good!

﹙ Grinning so wide, he clasped that undeveloped photo to his chest and peered upwards, a couple of his mechanical legs hooking onto the brick surface. ﹚

I'll be back tomorrow, show up! Y-y-you can check yourself to see if it's worked.

The way his legs tapped so carefully on the hallway carpet, avoiding noise while he peered around the bend. His fingers clamped anxiously on the long lens that extended from his body.

.. and he paced after the sound of walking, to follow.
Just enough behind in order to ensure his safety.

“ Oh! Stay safe, please.. ”

Just as quickly as the visitor came and spoke did he leave.
While he couldn't help the way his mind raced, trying to pin together thoughts and understanding on the strange soul, he could help how he paced his way over to the door.

How he opened it.
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A catch..?

﹙ Right. A catch. Like what he often did in making sure he could get his photographs.
But he blinked slowly, his body whirring in a betrayal of his running thoughts. ﹚

I-I said at a discount. I just want some canned food. S-sssomething I can bring back.

｢

“ But I'm.. I-I'm not exactly hiding, I'm shielding my skin. It's sensitive, and I don't exactly like not looking human, ” the shutterbug hurriedly explained, seemingly underestimating the other's abilities, but he did back off about the photo. For now.

“ Food! Please. It's scarce. ”

“ O-oh. Okay. ”

A sincerely disappointed posture accompanied a menagerie of machinery clicking, eyes glancing down - only to be forced back up by the introduction of a weapon.
He seemed to wince briefly. At least before looking behind himself.

“ Maybe.. I'm bad at fighting. ”
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One hand reached up, out - fingers making more of that very odd and creaking noise.
Someone who didn't think he was strange, who seemed to understand the situation even a little ..

“ Can I take your photo before you go? In case ... I don't see you again. I want to remember you. ”

“ I-I wish .. I feel like serial killers do better in this kind of situation ... if I try to get into my own bedroom, I get attacked by a guy I tried to bandage up earlier, ” Lyle admitted in a frustrated grumble, though his cheeks reddened some from embarrassment.

“ But, ah - wait! ”
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#MarvelRoleplay #MarvelRP #LunaSnow #MultiverseRP

His hands were hesitant in doing so. He wanted to keep it after all, and being this honest - he couldn't help worrying if he should've taken a photo before they got this settled and social.

“ One said he could walk in other worlds. Something about the stars welcoming him. This is similiar. ”

“ The last people who came in here, who weren't uh .. mmy one specific friend, ended up transforming or pretty much locking me out of a room. I-I started trying to keep friends safer after that. ”

Lyle's constant grinning faltered briefly, and he pulled the photobox over to offer back.
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That question caught his attention, head turning towards his guest in surprise. A brief flicker of color touched the monochrome entity's face from a flattered confusion.

“ You're worried? W-well, yeah I'll be okay.. I don't think I can get worse. Sorry, just shy, ” he hurriedly stated.
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Instead, he made his way along his room and back towards his kitchenette, setting that camerabox down onto a counter and retrieving himself a drink.

“ I-I uh. I don't think you'll like to know there's already a room here with people like that. Sorry. But I believe you, though. ”

“ It's .. instant - ohhhh.. ” he rumbled loosely, as if the mechanisms taking up his body were trying to settle into a comfortable place.

Lyle had hardly been listening, paying more attention to the box he was holding and the picture extended out. He didn't seem to react much, however.

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﹙ Lyle winced heavily, looking down at the photograph, then back up. Might as well be honest..
Loose whirring accompanied his approach. ﹚

M-my camera's special.
If you .. develop that photo, it'll make sure they never bother you again. Permanently. Isn't that cool? I t-think so.

Clammy hands reached to clasp onto that old camera, pulling it up close without even checking in for permission. Excitement tugged a full grin as he began to pace back and forth.

There were those whirrs and clicks in full swing. “ If I could- wow, it's awesome! Where did he get one? ”

“ External influence.. I think it's called? My neighbor across the hall has a similar thing. ”

Maybe. She refused to show him. But he leaned in closer, attention and bravery peaked with a simple box. “ I- I don't do blackmail, too weird, but I do candids, and .. this is an antique! ”

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Stepping over slowly, carefully, visibly trying to pace himself to seem less intimidating, he offered out the foil-wrapped takeout bite. “ You're interested -? ”

“ 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! I-I'm glad! And I-I-I'd like to tell you, but you should eat first. Maybe check your uh .. progression. The horns. ”

“ You kind of sound like a friend of mine.. I think you two would probably get along, ” he mumbled.
Referring to his friend Edwin, anyways. Quite the odd man. Lyle couldn't help but wonder how he's doing as he pulled out a leftover, cold chicken sandwich.

“ But .. huh? ”
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“ S-so many friendly faces .. it's hard to interact with them all. ”

“ Sure - and uh .. no, no it's just whoever looks out there. I uh..
Well, I tried to take a photo of it. I'm - I'm a photographer. ”

Stammering out as he made his way to the cabinets, his numerous legs tapped across the floor, so unafraid to put his back to them.

“ A-allergies —? ”

A neighbor .. another one that looked tainted already. His eyes remained wide from behind the folds of his cover, not blinking once, trying to analyze him.
Another one who might end up in the side rooms for his own safety.

“ I'm Lyle. You're .. A-are you hurt? Hungry? ” Click-click.

H-huh? I didn't! I just took a picture.

﹙ Sincerely surprised, his mouth fell open briefly as he took that photo back. Sharp teeth, too. ﹚

If you can get a dark room of your own, maybe it could get done sooner-?