Winter musings / Open

Kinsley had been settling into life around the Academy rather well. Taking care of the grounds gave him a sense of purpose that he had been lacking ever since his creator's mysterious disappearance. It wasn't the same though, as he was simply fulfilling a job rather than committing himself to someone...But it was enough to keep himself sane. Given the size of the campus there was always plenty to do, and he kept himself very busy most days. Rare were the times he decided to take a break, but even automatons required rest now and then. Though in the construct's case it was less physical rest and more mental rest. He was still feeling out certain things like emotions (beyond the pervading sense of loss at his maker's absence) and so sometimes had the tendency to over-analyze things.

This lead him to discovering a new hobby for himself: people watching. If he stood around and observed those living and breathing around him, perhaps he could get a better grasp on...well, everything. So most of the time when he deigned to take a break, he set off for walks around the academy's campus, taking in the sights and sounds. Currently he found his absent-minded wandering carried him towards one of his favorite places on campus: the gardens. His boots crunched softly on the snow-covered pavement as he followed the path, his gait even and measured, his gestures carefully graceful. As if he was overly conscious of the presence he had.

A faint tick-tick-tick seemed to follow him as he continued down the walkway, eventually coming to a bench. One pale hand swept the seat clean before he delicately lowered himself onto the seat, crossing one long leg over the other reflexively. Posture straight, he tilted his head, his emerald gaze drifting around the surrounding area. Everyone seemed to be bundled up, but while Kinsley had a faint sense of temperature, he didn't feel the need to change his clothing too much. He almost stubbornly remained in the garb his creator had designated for him, except during those rare times when the attire needed laundering.

There was a light tickle at the end of his nose, and he went cross-eyed in an attempt to see what had landed there. Ah, a snowflake. Glancing upwards, he peered up to the darkening clouds, a vague manifestation of a smile creeping onto his carved features.

Weather was so interesting.

Eventually, he would have to go indoors. Who knew what this sort of weather would do to his internal systems; properly clothed or not once the cold seeped in enough to effect his inner workings it might be a problem. But for now, he was happy to sit and watch and...wait. Always waiting. Even if he wasn't conscious of it, he had been waiting ever since his creator had disappeared. Biding his time for the man's return or some sort of revelation that would make him make sense of a world without a creator. For now, though, he had the school and its occupants to hold his attention and keep him busy. Speaking of the latter, a voice broke out that snagged his focus. His emerald gaze flitted around his surroundings until it fixated on an approaching figure.

Reflexively he moved to stand, as was proper for greeting, and that was when his attention caught on her feet. She was barefoot, which he found somewhat odd, as he had been under the impression that organics suffered worse side effects from cold than he himself did. But the woman was speaking to him and so he dwelled not on that fact, instead choosing to mull over her questions. "I do not know if I could say that I love it," The automaton mused with a vague tinge of uncertainty, "But I do find it very interesting."

Was he a winter person? He blinked once and peered at the lady as his mind whirred. "I am sorry, it is likely an unsatisfactory answer, but I am not certain. I am not adverse to winter. Would that then make me a "winter person"...?"