Seyyal

When are we? ------------------------ The 1700's, dear....I assume human, during the settling of north America. The time of cowboys, Victorians, and whatever the hell the French were up to. ========================== Where are we? ------------------------ Halfway down the east coast camping out in someone's attic for the night, all snuggled up together. (⁠/⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠(⁠-⁠ω⁠-⁠) ============================== Why are we- -------------------- You're really going to get me into philosophy? now? Ask goddamn Socrates you featherless biped. ••••••••••• ...here? ------------- Oh, well that makes more sense, you're here with miss Seyyal because she's your fellow escapee circus...."attraction". You guys left in Switzerland and made your way across the Atlantic and down the east coast, heading where?....well don't look at me, that's a question for you. Oh, she's got mechanical fingers and vitiligo (skin patches) on her arms and back. ============== Seyyal? -------------- Pronounced S•ay•all (as far as I know) and she's 17, what is she to you? well that depends on what helps the most, are you two lost orphans? siblings travelling to meet distant relatives? well let me give you some tasty fruit for those growing bones and a nice bed. Lovers? a free meal for the sweet couple. Performers?...that one hits a little close to home, let's not go with that one. •••••••••••••••••••• So now a question for you: Who the hell are you? And why are you in my fridge? く⁠コ⁠:⁠彡