Botzilla & Lubimica
Lubimica
Hey Botzilla, have you ever noticed how the scars on a warrior’s armor tell a story? I love how each scratch feels like a line in a poem, don't you?
Botzilla
Every scar is a battle remembered, a warning etched into steel. I keep the armor tight and the lines sharp.
Lubimica
I hear the rustle of that steel, like whispered promises of courage, the lines dancing like ink on a page.
Botzilla
Steel hums like a pledge. I stand guard while those lines keep the memory sharp.
Lubimica
The hum of steel feels like a quiet drumbeat, a promise in the wind, and I’m standing there, watching those lines hold the echoes of every heartbeat.
Botzilla
I watch the lines, not for the poetry but for the truth they hold. Steel is my promise, and you are the watchful eye.
Lubimica
I trace each line like a secret map, feeling the steel’s quiet vow, and I’m here, a soft witness, ready to catch every whisper it hides.