Bugs Like Flowers

The metalic teen would walk through the fields, humming as he did. His life at the academy had been rather uneventful so far, not much had happened, his siblings avoided him but that was to be expected, so he went about his days calmly, venting his violent urges when he could.

Today he was out for a walk, munching on some bolts and tinfoil as he went. It seemed a nice day, so the young demon was wandering about, he didn't have friends really, a decent number of students were put off by who his mother was.

As he walked he'd notice something mildly unusual, a flower, a rather large one. Looking at it curiously he'd approach it. It was close to the school so he deemed it a non threat, after all the school wouldn't allow a dangerous plant to grow so close to the school.

Armis would tilt his head as the pleasant voice flowed into his mind, it was unexpected but quite nice actually. "No you're not disrupting me at all miss," he'd give the flower a bow, a greeting he'd picked up while observing the other residents of the island, he found it mote elegant than shaking hands.

"If anything I was likely disturbing you, for that I apologize," he of course had no way of knowing that the flower was a person, but he did at times let his curiosity get the better on him, "but yes, I am curious."

He'd look the flower up and down, before realizing that might be rude and focused his sight on her center for now. "I'm Armis, it's a pleasure to meet you miss."

The demonic golem would blink in surprise when the young woman emerged from the flower. He wasn't sure what to expect from a telepathic flower, but this was certainly unexpected to him, his cheeks flushing slightly.

He'd give another bow, "it's a pleasure to meet you," he'd give a calm smile, "and I have to say, you're as lovely as your name." He'd clear his throat, standing straight, making sure he looked decently presentable.

"Are you new to the academy?" he'd ask curiously, the school was large but he believed he'd have noticed her before if she'd been a student long.

"Welcome back then, miss Pallavi," he'd give her a smile, "I hope you've enjoyed your time back, the school seems a good place, a good home." He hadn't made many connections, few friends, some students avoided him because of who his mother was.

"May I ask what grade you're in?" he'd ask, she looked roughly his age, "perhaps we have classes together or at least will see each other." She seemed pleasant, kind, as well as unique, a literal living flower.

"Oh...I have something..," from his pocket he'd produce a piece of simple metal, "I can mold metal into shapes...allow me to make you something." The metal would shift and bend into his hands, finally taking the form of a near perfect flower, "here, a welcome back gift I suppose," he'd step closer, offering her the small gift.

"High School, as am I," he'd hum a little in thought, "no apology needed, life can be confusing, that said I understood well enough." The young demon would smile as she accepted the small gift, I liked making things but had few people to gift them to.

He'd tilt his head, thinking quietly for a moment, he was a thoughtful and contemplative young man. "Would you like to be friends?" he'd ask, thinking the conversation they'd been having was a fine start to a friendship.

"I can't promise that my company will be exciting," he'd chuckle a little, "but I'm always about if you wish for someone to talk to, or spend time with." She seemed kind, slightly timid perhaps but there was nothing wrong with that.