{mini mosca - julie/spanner, for ashy}
Has Hipster W(r)enches turned into my new Ghostspan? :O
Spanner stares at Mosca sadly sometimes. There is no poetic way to put it, Julie thinks- he sits, shoulders slumped and with a frown on his face that is part frustration and part honest sadness, a feeling that Spanner has confessed to not understanding completely.
He looks at Mosca, as if there was something missing in him, something that should have been there, all along. Something that Spanner himself had lost. There was a feeling of regret, there, too, but overall- it was sadness, a sadness that the man in front of him could not name by himself.
When he asks Tsuna about it, he thinks immediately of a dog, dying for its master’s sake- except Spanner would probably have been a little offended by the analogy. Mini Mosca was obviously not just any robot, and no way was he about to be compared to a dog- and of course, he would never be as important as Julie-
but at the same time, Julie would never be as important as the only other friend Spanner had made in his time in the Millefiore base, alone and perhaps lonelier than he would ever be prepared to acknowledge.
Spanner stares at Mosca sadly sometimes. There is no poetic way to put it, Julie thinks- he sits, shoulders slumped and with a frown on his face that is part frustration and part honest sadness, a feeling that Spanner has confessed to not understanding completely.
He looks at Mosca, as if there was something missing in him, something that should have been there, all along. Something that Spanner himself had lost. There was a feeling of regret, there, too, but overall- it was sadness, a sadness that the man in front of him could not name by himself.
When he asks Tsuna about it, he thinks immediately of a dog, dying for its master’s sake- except Spanner would probably have been a little offended by the analogy. Mini Mosca was obviously not just any robot, and no way was he about to be compared to a dog- and of course, he would never be as important as Julie-
but at the same time, Julie would never be as important as the only other friend Spanner had made in his time in the Millefiore base, alone and perhaps lonelier than he would ever be prepared to acknowledge.