Macro adjusted the hakama that he was wearing and made sure that his topknot was in solid shape as he started to make his approach. He wore a rope belt around his waist as he continued to walk about, turning his head from side to side as he made an exhalation or two as he made his way carefully through the Twilight Town.<br/><br/>This certainly wasn't his usual haunt by any means, but he was getting more used to it over time. If nothing else, then he had certainly felt more secure here than he used to. Turning his head carefully, he exhaled and allowed his back to stretch a bit.<br/><br/>That was when a person seemed to walk straight into him!<br/><br/>Naturally he had no way to tell just what it was that she had been getting into for the rest of the day. He didn't know that she had been having some sort of domestic disagreement, and he hadn't the slightest idea that she was an adventurer.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, one fact did remain and that was the fact that he had actually been an adventurer himself.<br/><br/>Looking toward her, Macro offered her a hand if it were at all necessary. "Please accept my humble apologies, though I am afraid that it were you that ran into me. Regardless, I was lost in thought - after all, there are worlds that need my help."<br/><br/>Well, if nothing else that should have been an offer in spite of the fact that Macro hadn't meant it to be. While he had been looking for some to travel with and fight alongside, he had never intended to make it an offer. Had she taken it as one and wanted to come with, though, he had no problem accepting her.<br/><br/>Unlike her parents, Macro looked at adventuring as his call and a necessary task to protect the safety and security of all these various worlds. It had to do with his background. She might have been born, but he was instead made...programmed out of data code.<br/><br/>Written right into his code were the instructions to serve in this manner and protect others. Whenever there was a problem, Macro couldn't help but feel the need to solve it. Some people went on saying that they were wired this way or that as a bit of slang terminology, but for him it was the real thing.<br/><br/>Finally smiling a bit, he tilted his head and shook it. Apparently his topknot moved along with him, suggesting that he certainly spent a long time doing his hair like that. Turning toward her, he started to walk forward again as long as he were sure that she was okay, but didn't push himself too far.<br/><br/>Apparently he saw something about her that he wasn't quite sure of just yet, and that meant that he seemed to show some interest in her that he, as of yet, hadn't understood. He didn't know that she wanted to go on adventures like he did, but for some reason something told him that maybe he could stick around for a moment and hear her out while he had the opportunity.<br/><br/>These kinds of feelings would have never happened back where he was originally from, so he really wasn't just quite sure how to handle them. Being intuitive was...weird. It just felt so entirely organic to him, and that was what had thrown him off a bit. Being organic was totally alien to him, but outside of those computer grids it was the normal state of being so he figured that he needed to get used to it.<br/><br/>Fortunately, though, it seemed that he didn't yet have many of the things that seemed to him to limit members of her species. For instance, he did not yet have to eat or breathe, which were both nice.<br/><br/>The limitations of being a biological organism just seemed like too much for him anyway. Now he had no superiority complex or anything like that, but he did have a tendency to be thankful that he didn't have to put up with many of the problems that people of her presumed species did.<br/><br/>"I...I'm sorry, I'm not sure what came over me there. I hesitated for a bit, but I hadn't meant to."