The hot desert days rolled on as Model F continued his observations of his biomatch. Observations being that right now, the biometal of the flame did not trust Atlas as much as he knew she trusted him.
It was a carefully concealed secret that he protected in his mind with so many others.
But trust, and how they met was a situation that Fefnir chose not to focus on. For several months now, he had merely enjoyed spending time getting to know the woman who used his powers, now, hopefully, for good. Right now as she prepared food for herself, the floating rock so to speak was currently fooling around with the remote control for the television.
He flicked through the channels one by one with one of the gold protrusions on the base of his small form. Inwardly, he wondered if he could somehow project himself in order to give himself better, working limbs such as his arms so that he could do more instead of float around.
While he had consented to being turned into a biometal, it was not without it’s drawbacks, and it was somewhat depressing to think about when he thought about what he had been compared to what he was now.
No matter. Those were the cards he had been dealt, and the cards he would deal with until such time as his duty to the world was done.
Fefnir watched with curiosity as the TV played back the day’s news, along with the recent Maverick outbreaks and the news on the government. Clicking the arrow button, it turned into a show about food. Holding no interest in such things, he changed the channel once more.
This time, it landed on a dancing show. Fefnir, of course, had danced on his own before in the Temple of Flame, as he found it not a lot different from fighting. It helped to focus his fire powers when he was a newly built reploid and channel them, as well as teach him agility to aid his great strength.
Thus, he floated up and in front of the TV as he watched the male and female waltz around the screen, and he went still in the air as he focused on the riveting dance number. He had never once thought of doing a dance with someone else.
And thus, there he stayed, dead still in the air in the middle of the lounge room, watching the TV.