Metal clinking, wood creaking, heavy breathing. The waves crash against the side of the ship as it always does. Such a fine day outside, but there are much more important matters to attend to than spending the day outside and having fun. Fun wasn't in his vocabulary anyway. Eustass Kid, once again in his own little mechanized paradise with constant help from his first mate, Killer. After days of working on a project, he has finally done it and hopefully, it's successful this time around.
It was seated in a chair, carefully placed, and he held both of its hands in his own silently hoping its activation would go off without a hitch. He flips the switch on its nape and on the base of its neck a green light beeps continuously. He faintly hears whirring inside its mechanism. He grows impatient and a scowl paints his lips.
“What is wrong with that damn thing? It should have worked already.”
He looks at it closely and it opens its eyes. His frown deepens when its eyes stared at his; he thinks that something might have gone wrong.
"Did it work?"
Its hands move slightly under his and he inwardly smirks.
"I am operational, Master."
It says and then blinks a little. He growls and steps back.
“Who put that word in your fucking system? Don’t call me master. It’s Kid. You got that?”
He says with a raised brow.
Impatience is ticking on his forehead and he growls again.
"Stand up already."
He commands, it obliges.
Its soft (s/c) skin covers the metal base underneath, making it look human. Its (e/c) eyes seems to focus and unfocus, taking in his appearance. He shakes his head, not remembering why he even did this certain project.