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

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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Broken glass crunched under his shoes when he straightened his posture from the protective stance it had taken on. A few smaller pieces falling from where it had settled on him, a bit brushed away from his shoulders, "I'll be fine. Just a bit of buffing can work most of it out I'm sure." Even some of the more horrible looking damage that could be done to him was mostly cosmetic, as bothersome and... reminding as it could be.

He wasn't human, not as fragile. Speaking of fragile-

Spine was looking Brianna over as well as he could, checking for any inury as he frowned at her walking over glass, "Careful, Brianna. More than just bricks on the floor." There was some mewing from within his hat, it still held close to his chest as he moved it to check on the kitten he'd taken it off for. Still inside and curled up, the little critter was scooped out carefully to return the fedora to his head.

An old man had take up one of the bricks, string tied around it and holding a note, it likely one or two of his descendants helping usher out people. The letters on the paper were dark, bold, and easily read even from a few feet away -ROBOTS AREN'T PEOPLE. AREN'T CUSTOMERS. REAL PEOPLE'S RIGHTS TO NOT BUT FROM A PIT OF FILTH THAT SERVES ABOMINATIONS- , the old man scowling as he called over an older woman. This was likely his wife, and they spoke quietly before the note was crumpled, 'You need to leave, the both of you.

'Don't be coming back, either.' The Wife already was moving towards the robut and the young woman as her husband spoke loudly enough for any near the store to heard, her voice much quieter, 'Come with me to the back, I'll let you both out where you won't run into any trouble. Welcome back anytime, and don't worry about paying-' She had Brianna's items on her in a bag, smiling as it was passed on, 'You two don't worry about this, Ralph and I will take care of it, gotta make a show for some people to keep worse from starting.

'You two have a nice day, ya hear?'

It was quite a great deal to react to, wasn't it?

Despite the surprising kindness of the older couple who ran the sweet shoppe, something unpleasant twisted and coiled within B's stomach when the note attached to the brick had been skimmed, the meaning behind the multiple bricks purposely hitting The Spine suddenly far more clear to her than she would have preferred.

It was truly disgusting to think that anyone could ever think of the automatons as anything less than human, to form some ridiculous reason to hate or fear them, when all four - er, seven, was it? - were quite possibly the sweetest, most caring individuals she'd ever come to know. When The Stripe was safely plucked from The Spine's hat, Brianna took the kitten back, drawing him protectively to her chest as that free hand was taking up the automaton's palm within hers again -

It was just so stupid and so entirely unfair.

- But Brianna had never been the type to cause a scene, to chase after those idiots and give them a real piece of her mind. Like the woman had whispered in private to the pair, it was best for all involved to just let the issue drop instead of instigating an even worse attack. The last thing she'd ever want to seen done was to bring the old couple into the mess even further than the'd already been dragged.

So the Walter Girl was quick to lead her automaton friend to the back with the woman, away from prying eyes and harsh, unpleasant rumors that were already beginning. Brianna was apologizing to the woman, for what had been done because of their presence, but the couple were far to kind when they eventually shooed the couple away. And it wasn't until B had The Spine all to herself on the path home that she finally spoke up again:

"I just can't believe that really happened. That someone could think they hated you just because-" A pained, confused look to flash across that pretty face, her gaze ahead of them and not showering The Spine in pity, thankfully, the woman biting down on her lower lip as that sentence was simply left hanging.

The old couple were kind about the entire thing; the old man taking care of the front as children and grandchildren alike were helping to clean and show people away. Quick to use a large sort of tarp to cover the broken window as glass was swept away, a family used to working together to run their business. Mutterings amongst them, but not about the couple being shown the back exit, but more about the people who'd throw the bricks in the first place. Sounded like their family had been in this odd city for a long time.

Acceptance was something that came with wanting to serve any that walked through the doors of their shoppe it seemed. Welcomed to come back again, despite the mess.

He'd offered to come back, help fix to window for what trouble his presence had caused, and had gotten a smile from the old woman before they were finally shooed away.

The bag that had been passed to him was held a bit tighter than needed in the hand Brianna's wasn't held so carefully in, filled with what she'd picked out before it all. "Just how things are, people can be stubborn about where they stand," spoken softly, compared to his usual tone, "Am awfully sorry you had to see that, Brianna."

Avoiding the gathered crowd near the front of the shop and the street that it was spilling out onto was simple enough, the pair taking the back way home. It would add a few more minutes onto their walk, but after that stressful mess, perhaps it would do the pair of them good for that extra fresh air and company.

The moment The Stripe was nestled back safely against Brianna's chest, the cat was curling up for another nap against his new owner's chest, that striped tail limply hanging down, the occasional twitch at the tip of it, but besides that constant purr, there was no further activity. That small bit of excitement must have been enough for the day for the little guy.

"It's nothing you need to apologize for. I'm just sorry that it happened at all." And then a gentle squeeze at the hand that her much smaller one was wrapped into, the woman drawing up the sweetness to smile over to her companion. "But none of that changes how wonderful a time I had with you. It's been a wonderful afternoon."

And not just because she'd been given a kitten.

The few extra minutes it would give them were likely needed, for various reasons.

"Apologizin' all the same," but he was returning that little squeeze as carefully as he could to her hand, pulling up a practiced smile ment to be somewhat reassuring. Or something like that. "Nothin' you need to do it for either, but all the same." There would always be people that didn't like them, or wouldn't want them around, for one reason or another and that wouldn't stop them.

Might bring some caution and preperation for running into the dislike, but it wouldn't stop them. No.

"Has been a right nice afternoon, otherwise."

Good.

B seemed content enough with that answer for now, her fingers intertwining comfortably with the automaton as the walked on further away from the mess that they were leaving behind.

"Where to now? Back home? Or was there somewhere else you wanted to stop?"

"Might be a good idea to head on back home." It would be safer, since someone had gotten bold enough to throw bricks. Airing on the side of caution, even more so after his own attack that still weighed on his mind. "Can sort through the sweets, and get the collar on the little fella."

Settled as the little kitten was, there was aqlso getting the animal used to a new environment. Right?

Something like that.

"Take me home then," allowing the man to lead, B content to simply follow and cuddle that darling kitten close by.

To be perfectly honest, as nice as this outing was, she would rather return home as well, just to get The Stripe settled into her room and so she could bully The Spine into the workshop for a quick check-up. A brick or two was likely to not cause any real harm to the automaton, not when he was made of such strong stuff, but that didn't mean her concern was at all lessening.

The day had been exciting enough. Best to get home, back to where they could safely relax and reflect.

The walk back to Walter House would be much less eventful than their walk out had been. Uneventful, and peaceful as the mess at the candy shoppe had probably drawn a bit of a crowd; less people to encounter and even less stares to pass by. Peaceful in a way as buildings thinned out the closer they got to the familiar neighborhood, run down as it could look there was some life thanks to the greenery that had taken over the place.

The Spine helped Brianna up the steps, needing it or not, before they went through the doorless entranceway. Mocha Road flopped out in the front yard on his back and enjoying the sun's warmth.

Great guard dog they had, harmless and goofy as he might've looked at the moment.

"Need any help sortin' through what was gotten?"

Thankfully, all residents of the Walter home seemed off in their respective rooms or out in the city doing their own thing. There was no one around to bother the pair in this brief moment together.

Those slim fingers finally fell from his hand after one final squeeze, B turning to aim a kind look The Spine's way as she took the smallest step forward towards him.

"No, I think I'll manage on my own for now." A gesture down to the kitten still curled up in her arms, that pink nose of his twitching in his sleep. "The pair of us have a bit of bonding to do, getting him settled in and happy. Then maybe you'll let me take a look at your head."

He held up those small bags he'd been carrying in one hand, a twitch of a smile at the corner of his lips, "Could at least carry these to your room, got a handful after all."

Yes, that kitten was a handful. A little furry handful. His head tilted to the side, just a little sharply, free hand lifted as the tips of metal fingers just hovered over where the brick had hit-

"Reckon I could let you, Brianna."

But even with the handfull of kitten, Brianna playfully snatched the other bags away, swooping forward and stretching up on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss against the silver automaton's cheek before she was retreating again, a wicked smile and too teasing sparkle in her green gaze.

"I've got it! You just go rest up before I come bother you more later, alright?"

That was two cheek kisses, wasn't it? Quite the day, quite the day, and it managed to bring something of a less practiced smile to those black-tinted lips. He caught that smile of her's before she turned to retreat as well-

"Alright, you know where to find me." Up in his room most likely.

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