yesterdaystomorrow | Walter Girl B's Room of Scientific Discovery and Kitty-Cat Cuteness

There was just something about B's sweet smiles that made it impossible for The Spine not to return them. It was as involuntary a reaction as breathing was for humans; unconsidered, unrehearsed, and as head-over-heels as his expression had been after their first kiss. Would he ever stop falling for her?

Nope. Definitely not.

"You have?" Black eyebrows lifted, a hand lifting to lightly touch the collar. The bell jingled faintly as he obligingly brought himself closer to her height. He straightened again when the collar was removed, idly brushing his fingers over the segmented plates of his neck where it had rested. Honestly, he'd gotten so used to it being there that he hadn't even thought to ask if she still needed it to tell him from his doubles. He would have asked how, but Brianna was...

... Putting the collar on?

That... that was... He stared back at B for a moment. Processing. Haltingly, he lifted a hand...

...And gently flicked the bell, one of those lopsided, almost mischievous grins settling on his black lips. "What kinda question is that? You're always beautiful, Brianna--but I gotta say, I've always thought you look stunnin' in blue." Elegantly crafted silver fingers moved to brush over the name plate. He gave it a tap. "'Course, you might wanna have this replaced to prevent confusion."

It was perhaps more than a little surprising that she could differentiate between the three identical automatons with near ease by this point, but even with how similar the three of them all were, there had always been just the very slightest of variations in how they simply looked at their Walter Girl since the relationship had shifted into something more. All regarded her with the same sweet love and adoration reflecting in their green gazes, but there was something else there too that was different for each of them, a touch of something else that had initially been difficult to identify but with some practice Brianna had been able to recognize.

And now it was too easy.

This The Spine, after all, was the first to confess his feelings to her, the one who had stuffed his stylish boot in his mouth that quiet evening out under the stars, but then come to her while the Walter Girl slept to make up and apologize. B didn't need the blue collar to remember which of the silver automatons she had promised her heart to first.

His reaction, that darling, so very devious grin that she loved to see grace his handsome face, had the petite woman laughing sweetly in reply without even a second's worth of hesitation, B leaning in closer when that bell jingled, her delicate fingers curling against his shirt now that the kitty collar was securely in place around her tiny neck. Then, her blue mouth opened--and immediately closed, blue eyes coyly drifting down to the automaton's chest as a much more prominent pink too over her face. Whatever thought had struck her in reply to his suggestion seemed somewhat flustering to the woman, but it didn't take much time at all for her gaze to flicker upwards again, peering demurely up through thick lashes, mouth curving into an almost sheepish grin.

"...Well, this way everyone knows that I belong to you."

Oh. As much of a tease as it had been meant to be, the truth in the statement, the implications that came with it, were so very obvious by the red in the Walter Girl's face. But she meant it.

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Was that a flustered sputter of steam as The Spine's gaze flickered from the belled collar to B's coloring face? It most definitely was, and from his expression there was little doubt that he'd be just as red as she was if he'd been capable of blushing. The steady thrumming of his internals strengthened beneath her hands and that startled look on the automaton's face melted into another of those ridiculous, head-over-heels smiles only Brianna ever saw.

There were certainly implications in her statement, but there had been implications in the playful suggestions that had gotten them here in the first place. It was the truth in it that bowled him over; the fact that she had put on his collar for the same reasons he had been faithfully wearing that tie and pin since their first official date.

He was hers. She was his.

There were no words, but maybe he didn't need any. The hand that had flicked the bell rose again to cup B's cheek as he leaned down to softly brush latex lips over hers. He let the sweetness in the kiss speak for him--there was a passionate undercurrent in it, made all the more evident when the hand still resting on her hip drew her closer.

Words felt completely unnecessary as those slender fingers were twisting against The Spine's expensive shirt, B allowing the automaton to draw her by the hip without the slightest touch of hesitation in her graceful slide forward, the woman's smaller, curvier form pressing up there to his sleek, sturdy chassis. Just close enough so that she could feel the powerful thrumming of his internal workings rumble through her, the gentle hums and hisses that brought some sort of strange comfort with how familiar they were becoming.

Sometimes, with just how often she interacted daily with the automatons, the touch of warm skin against the Walter Girl's flesh almost felt surprising. She had become so much more accustomed to the feel of cool, smooth metal instead.

Which was precisely why she returned that kiss, heated and passionate as it was, with every bit of emotion back, her tiny chin tilting enough that the affectionate gesture could be deepened--a tiny jingle of a bell sounded as she did so--but even as the woman smiled there against his lips, The Spine couldn't possibly miss the immense love that welled up within her chest.

--Perhaps words really were unnecessary at this moment in time, but there was one last thing that Brianna had wanted to put out between them, a soft reminder that slipped from between blue lips the moment their kiss broke so that she could draw in a steadying breath, a poor attempt to chase some of the sudden dizziness she felt away or dissolve the weakness that was plaguing her shaking knees.

"I love you." It didn't matter that it had been spoken before, the tender words were still new enough to hold so much significance and importance to B. She put every sweet emphasis she could on each word.

Those three words, simple as they were, brought a soft and slightly shy smile to the automaton's face. They may have been said before, but he doubted he would ever not be just as floored to hear them as he had been the first time. Long, elegantly crafted fingers brushed over her cheek as they moved to delicately brush a few errant strands of hair back from B's lovely face. "I love you too, Brianna." There was so much open affection and simple honesty in his voice, those rich tones an awed whisper that would have been breathless if he'd had the breath to lose.

No matter what anyone said, the feelings between them were real. He was convinced of that, now, his reservations about his own ability to love completely melted away over the weeks. The Spine still had no idea where all of this would take them, but oh, it was a path he was more than willing to travel at B's side.

Another kiss, brief and sweet, but this time he stayed close when it broke, black lips still lightly touching and the tip of his nose cool against B's skin. "I can't imagine livin' without you. I'm not sure I ever really did."

It took no time at all for Brianna to traverse that brief distance and claim the automaton's strange lips once again as the softest of delighted sighs slipped through her mouth, honeyed words murmured so very sweetly against The Spine's kiss--

"Oh, Spine." It may have been utter sap that would have had most groaning in response, but it was becoming clear that it was only the most ridiculous of romantic lines that made B's heart melt. And The Spine was quite clearly the king of sappy, lovestruck lines. What a perfect pair they were, it was becoming difficult for anyone to argue that.

As that heated kissing continued, the intimate moment of sparking chemistry only growing between the pair, the Walter Girl's nimble hands uncurled from around the automaton's clothing so that she could delicately pop the rest of the buttons of his mud-caked shirt.

--But it was precisely at this time, as the titanium automaton's dress shirt fell open to reveal that silver plating and beautiful core of his, that a too-familiar snicker was heard from very close nearby.

The King and Queen of sap, that was them. A match made in Heaven, although those that were of the mind to pretend to retch whenever they were confronted with such high levels of saccharine sweetness might disagree.

But who cared about them? The Spine certainly didn't. He smiled into the kiss for a moment before giving himself over to it, the steady thrumming of his internals rising with the growing passion between them. He wasn't quite certain what he was getting himself into, here, although of course he had an idea--not that it mattered if he didn't. What mattered to him was being close to his Walter Girl--

Abruptly, he froze, silver hand poised over one of the buttons at Brianna's waist. That laugh. Oh, he knew that laugh. He drew back, just enough to catch B's eye before leaning down again to murmur against her ear.

"Did you hear that?"

Brianna hadn't expected the automaton to pause after the intensity of a kiss like that, but the woman's hands fell to curl at her side when the low murmur was spoken against her ear. Her blue eyes sought the automaton's softly glowing optics and her head immediately shook, blue mouth curving into a small frown. Her hearing wasn't anywhere nearly as acute as The Spine's and she'd been rather preoccupied with the delightful noises that The Spine's thrumming internals were making in response to her delicate attention.

But apparently something was distracting the silver automaton away from her today.

Really, getting a moment alone to kiss her boyfriend shouldn't be this difficult.

It really shouldn't, but alas, for The Spine Number Three the stars just never quite managed to align, did they?

The Spine was almost, almost willing to pretend he hadn't heard a thing and hope it was just a snigger outside the room that had carried oddly, but no. No, his audios didn't lie. It had come from inside and it had been real. They were not alone.

Steam wafted into the air as he sighed. Then he pressed an apologetic kiss to B's lips and murmured quietly, "Closet."

It wasn't much of an explanation, but he trusted that B would understand. Pressing a silver finger to his somewhat blue-ish black lips in a request for silence, he stepped away. He was by no means silent, but he was capable of moving with a small degree of stealth when he needed to. Even so, the humming of his still-hot internals was probably audible well before he threw open the closet.

A frown twitched at the petite Walter Girl's blue lips, skinny arms immediately crossing over her chest before a half step was taken back and the woman plopped onto the edge of the bed with a soft jingle.

Well. That mood was dead. Again.

But the sound of B's light, frustrated sigh was covered up by the sudden cackling that burst forth from the closet once the door was thrown open to reveal Rabbit, doubled over with laughter, laughing to the point he was working himself into a glitch fit, steam hissing as he slapped enthusiastically at his knee. Yep, that was an elder brother spying on you, The Spine, and more than that, the mud that he'd been playing in earlier was no longer caked onto his faceplates and odd clothing.

Instead it had been purposely wiped off onto every pair of pants, shirt, and vest that the silver automaton owned.

Oops.

The elder 'bot huffed between guffaws, "G-gg-G-G-geeeeez, S-Spine! That was b-bb-B-bad even f-f-for you!"

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Don't worry, B, The Spine will make it up to you eventually...

But right now, he had a cackling pest to worry about. Green photo-receptors took in the mess that had been made of the closet--he made a mental note to apologize to his double--before settling on Rabbit. They narrowed, his black lips thinning into a stern line.

It wasn't the mud that bothered him, really. It was the lurking. The spying.

The interruption.

"Rabbit, get outta there--" That sure was a large silver hand reaching in to grab the back of Rabbit's vest and haul him out like a disobedient cat. Or his namesake, perhaps.

Dead and buried. The funeral is Thursday.

Rabbit didn't fight being dragged from the closet, that wild cackling not faltering in the slightest as his brother pulled him away from those ruined clothing, laughing just enough that it was clear a malefaction wasn't too far away, not with how nosily his frame was quaking or the wild twitching of his hands.

"I'm g-g-gg-g-goin'! I'm g-g-GG-goin'! Ha!" At least that seemed to the the extent of Rabbit's cruelty today. Brianna was given a cheeky tilt of his hat, but the copper 'bot did finally wiggle from his brother's grip so that he could head for the door. Thank the robot lord for that.

"Have f-f-F-F-fun, lovebirds!"

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As soon as Rabbit was out of the closet, The Spine set him on his feet. Hanging on to him if he had a violent malfunction was not wise, even if he dearly wanted to give him a good shake for being such a... a... nuisance. "Get out, Rabbit!" The words followed Rabbit out the door, accompanied by a glare that would've peppered him with holes if the daggers had been literal.

If there had been something other than muddy clothes and hangars to throw... The Spine pushed the brim of his fedora up, glanced at said clothes, and tugged it back down over his photo-receptors again with a slow exhalation of steam. Darn Rabbit and his randomly irritating ways, anyway.

"Someone oughta talk to him about his sense of timin' one of these days," he muttered, half-jokingly. Awkward. So very, very awkward.

So very awkward.

"If he hasn't learned by now, I somehow doubt we have any hope of that ever changing." Not when it was Rabbit. Anyone else but him had the chance to learn and become better, but the copper automaton? Forever stuck in his ways, both good and bad. There was just no changing who he was.

But now that the pest was gone, Brianna stood up from the bed just as casually as she could considering what had been interrupted, gesturing to the automaton's half-opened shirt. "I'll take that..." Her head turned just enough for those blue eyes to peer at the mud-caked shirts and vests within the closet, the collar at her neck jingling softly at the motion. "...And those too. It shouldn't take me too long. I'll get them back to you as soon as I can."

"An automaton can hope." The Spine flashed a wry, resigned smile. Hope was all well and good, but he knew nothing short of reprogramming would change Rabbit. And that, no matter how much the antique 'bot ground his gears, would never, ever happen. The Spine wouldn't allow it, not even if, somewhere down the line, one of the Sixth's descendants demanded it be done.

The Spine gave a nod and finished unbuttoning his shirt, shrugging out of it and draping it over his arm before turning back to the closet. A bit of sorting and he returned to B's side, arm laden with muddied clothes. "Most of this belongs to the, ah, other me, but I'm sure he'll appreciate it as much as I do."

Awkwardness might have been lingering after Rabbit's interruption, but he couldn't let Brianna leave without one last show of his affection. He leaned to press steam-warmed lips to her cheek. He'd make this up to her, somehow.

It was somewhat off-putting, to come upstairs with the automaton in the hopes of spending a few moments alone together without the prying eyes of his siblings and to be leaving with just a pile of clothes that needed to be washed, but what else was there to do?

Brianna took the kiss to her cheek gracefully, arms full of dirtied vests and shirts and pants, gave a murmured goodbye accompanied with an obvious half-smile, and turned to finish cleaning up the mess that Rabbit had started.

Looks like her afternoon off was going to be spent doing chores now. Thanks Rabbit.

Walter Girl B's Room of Scientific Discovery and Kitty-Cat Cuteness

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