<strong>Pinty<br/>Location: Western Trek, The Lagoon<br/>Time: Morning, Day 2<br/>Tagged: Zamala &amp; Zitka, Pinty<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------</strong><br/><br/>He'd locked up when the woman asked him to sit by her as she explained everything it made sense, but he couldn't move and wheras a flesh and blood persion might of stammered, blushed, and so on. Pinty was a living construct, when conflicted, he did what constructs do best. Nothing. when she finally walked away and he regained his composure, he silently cursed himself for not speaking up. as she walked away he dropped his head, he'd let his bashfullness get the better of him when he'd found a woman, and his metal heart skipped a beat.<br/>then behind him came a call from Zamala the shape shifter as the two of them played bare;ly beneath the waves "why not help Zitka out?" he'd not let his awkwardness get the better of him again, he'd not loose these two as well and began walking towards them, taking off his coat and shirt leaving them on a nearby bush. "on one condition um, Zamala?" the white equine headed clockwork looked right into her eyes "the name of that beautiful vision, I want... I want to know her name..." thse two weren't much diffrent from people playing in the palace at home, such trysts happened.<br/>but it was the woman who'd confronted him that held him mind in thrall, and unable to make the leap of going after her, he simply went with the flow of events, and cursed himsefl for not being more assertive.