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

[yesterdaystomorrow]

The room that Brianna has taken within the boarding house is a smallish bedroom located on the second floor, tucked out of sight and generally unnoticed by all. She keeps it tidy at all times, as Brianna prefers to keep things in their proper places, but with a happy cat bounding from here to there at times, it can sometimes get a little out of sorts.

Though Brianna can often be found more down in the workshop or attending to the automatons she's been charged with taking care of, there are moments of downtime in which she can be tracked down her lonely little room.

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[awfulsentimetal]

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.

[yesterdaystomorrow]

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."

[awfulsentimetal]

"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.

[yesterdaystomorrow]

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.