Sirrah was not a creature that needed to feed in the conventional sense. Unlike the robotic and organic inhabitants of the world she got her sustenance by being near other living beings. And so finding places where people often spent a lot of time was a good way to fill up on a little extra energy.
And so she found herself at the restaurant. Spotting Dirge was just an amusing bonus. Invisible but for two glowing points of red she trotted across the Cybertronian counter, hopped tables, and made her way to where Dirge sat, indulging himself with the oddest assortment of fuels and foods she'd seen anyone attempt to consume.
Taking a seat by one of his empty plates she materialized, gazing up at the giant bot. She was tiny compared to him, no bigger than a typical organic house cat. In person the wispy nature of her appearance would be more apparent. She looks like she's soft and fluffy...and like she's made of smoke.
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And so she found herself at the restaurant. Spotting Dirge was just an amusing bonus. Invisible but for two glowing points of red she trotted across the Cybertronian counter, hopped tables, and made her way to where Dirge sat, indulging himself with the oddest assortment of fuels and foods she'd seen anyone attempt to consume.
Taking a seat by one of his empty plates she materialized, gazing up at the giant bot. She was tiny compared to him, no bigger than a typical organic house cat. In person the wispy nature of her appearance would be more apparent. She looks like she's soft and fluffy...and like she's made of smoke.
"Enjoying your meal, Tael'ip?"