[Robot] Comfort

"Uh," Mitz drops his gaze, embarrassed. "I doubt it. But I could always give it a shot, if you want to see what terriers talk about."

Snooze shakes his head. "No, that's quite all right." He slips down off the worktable and picks up his nice shirt, pulling it back on. "Mouse is more than enough distraction for me."

Mitz looks off to the side for a moment, processing what he's feeling. He knows that it's jealousy but he's felt jealousy before - when he first got it installed and he watched vids about robots who can handle it and he nearly threw a wrench across the room. But this is an odd kind of jealousy. He's not angry about it. And he's not exactly sad. He's almost happy that Snooze has Mouse, and vice-versa? "Hm," he says. He's probably faulty. "Well. I'm genuinely happy to hear that. Being bored is not pleasant."

"With her in my life, and a friend like you, I don't think I will ever be bored," Snooze says, honest and smiling.

"I will try not to be boring," Mitz smiles. "It'll be nice to have a friend, I have to admit. It is nice. So far? Best check-up ever."

"Agreed," Snooze says. "Not that I have had many of them," he teases.

"I think you are still the authority on the matter," Mitz smiles a little easier. "So that is another reason why I'm glad you're my friend, now."

Snooze reaches out to touch Mitz's hand again. "As am I."

(they feel pretty done-ish? Like, I've been struggling for material, heh)

(Yup! They are done. They are sweet, but they are done XD)

(*patpatpat* They can now go snuggle together with roboMouse, aw.)

(Fucking cutiepies.
Also I just had a weird moment contemplating Mouse's robo-boobs. Hm.)

(Contemplating who built Mouse's robo-boobs and if they spent lots of time on them and such? Heh.)

(Making robo-Mouse-boobs, making them all real and stuff. I mean. What a job. And it would have to be covert and stuff, right, no-one could know about the construction of such a real robot, so it would have had to be done by one highly skilled individual.)

(A highly skilled, devoted individual. Many hours spent lovingly crafting every lifelike detail of her body. Shit. Wow.)

(Exactly! It's a boggling and slightly creepy, slightly romantic thought.)

(...was it the Master.)

(it might have been the Master)

(Creepy and romantic. Come on.)

(The thing is that he'd be making a perfect robot daughter for his brother, which is seven levels of adorable and weird. Because of course he wouldn't give Harry a child who would wonder about always being a child while her parents aged but there'd be no chance in hell he would allow a robot carrying the Oakes name to be less than perfect.)

(Oh my gosh. He's giving Harry and Lucy the perfect daughter because Lucy can't have any of her own? I am mildly incoherent at the thought of this adorableness. Master, you /sap/. &Oh, man, you have to wonder about how much time he spent inventing memories for Mouse.)

(I don't think it was all because of sappiness, knowing the Master. ...then again. It just could be. He could roll it all into a big ball of I Did It Because I'm A Bastard And Here's Why but maybe he just wanted to give something to his brother that mattered.
Imagine all the happy memories he'd have to think up and program. I can taste his disgust and eye-rolling.)

(pfasdhjfkanjsmc. 'Here's my apology for being a shit all these years, it's a daughter, are you happy now, bye'
No doubt he had to go to the Doctor for help, snicker.)

('PS do you love me, shut up I hate you'
He needed all the help. All of it. And he would get unreasonably mad at all the sap and joy)

(And Harry would just be all 'blink blink blink blink' and Lucy would probably cry and throw a shoe at James then hug him.
'ugh how do you /deal/ with all of this /stuff/ ugh get it off me I think I'm infected')

(James does not know what this insane porcelain doll of a woman is trying to accomplish but he is going to go now, don't mention to the girl that's she's a robot, honestly he does not want to return to fix her, it's not difficult to keep her functional
and then he'll promptly go to write city killing computer viruses to make himself feel more normal)

(They'll take the best care of her, absolutely, they promise, thank you so much James, you're a /good man/.
and resolutely ignore the Doctor's soft kiss on the top of his head)

(ugh shut up foul woman
grumblescowl)

(there's no tricking her now, Lucy /knows/ he's a good man now
Soft patting.)

(She should know better that to push her luck. Out of his way, twice damned harlot, he has to do real work unlike /some/ people, ugh
:[)

(Of course, James--but she'll still be smiling after him right up until she remembers /she has a daughter now/ and ugh there's so much to /do/
*fond smile*)

(damnable woman and her robot spawn, fool brother, grumble, mutter, stalk away
HUFF)

(Harry's probably still stuck on the blinking
he's so cute when he gets like this)

(James has reached critical FUCK YOU ALL levels and needs to go away now or he'll bite off everyone's heads)

(aw baby)