| Error tapped his sandal on the crumbled rooftop of a recently damaged AU. His body glitching as he gazed over the remains of his destruction. His blue strings had been slung everywhere. On top of buildings and remains of what used to be AU residents and dust scattered the already dirty ground from fallen monsters. Error summoned his strings. Pulling them down from his eye-socket and made himself a hammock to lie back and be lazy in a matter of a wrist flick. His face a neutral anger. |