hm. [a smile of amusement crossed his face, averting his gaze as he raised a gray claw to his lips.] plenty. clockwork may have been your primary foe, but i've seen you fight... how you take charge. i've heard you wander. i've heard your stealth missions... i've seen how you've ++

it's not exactly a secret on why you're here. anyone with half a brain could figure out why you moved in so suddenly despite being on the extreme other side. it's quite the telenova to behold- especially when you're blessed with the gift of knowledge as much as i. [gesturing to the cupboard.] ++

we all know. clockwork is a bit of a gossip about the both of you when he gets the opportunity to be. [tea sip!] i certainly don't mind your relationship. in fact, i am happy to see you two getting on well. gives scripter something to do that is not destructive, and you too by proxy.

not at all. simply find it intriguing how similarly you've been crafted to scripter. you two really are two peas in a pod, hm? [biscuit in the peanut butter... of which the flames inside his head quickly evaporate.]

something bothering you?

you're certainly peculiar. you have a desire to eat and for why? is it to regulate stress? boredom? [sitting at a nearby half-table, sipping on tea. just letting 75 exist on their own, opting to take the biscuits and peanut butter for himself!] no need to answer. merely curious.

that's a fine enough start. [moving to the cupboards nearby. digging out a few crackers, or shortbread biscuits. offering them!] one is salty, the other is sweet. which do you prefer? i also have some peanut butter or cheese...

looks like we're in a similar boat. can't say i've trusted having you or your friend in the headquarters for the past few months, but i'm prone to change, as we all are. i'm extending my olive branch.

nothing. i have to get used to seeing you as well, you know. having a previous enemy within headquarters is uncomfortable for all parties, but if you're living under a /true/ admin's roof, some hospitality would be greatly appreciated. would you care for a bite to eat?

[foreboding presence.] and so, the mouse crawls out from its hole. how silly of the mouse to do when the cats are around. you've gotten rather sloppy since last i've heard you crawling through our ducts.

it's really quite intended just for you, but if others want any, i would not be opposed. i just want to treat you well, dear. hmhm.

you can address me directly.

of course. what are you in the mood for? [curling a lithe hand under that scruffy chin of doom's.] pancakes? biscuits and gravy? an omelet?

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you can simply ask me to make you something. worst i can do is say no.

what is it, dear?

how interesting

hmhh... i have quite been craving cookies. i haven't had one in such a long time. or soup! a fine chicken noodle soup...

the dining room... seems too easy. but, perhaps i'll try it. do you cook?

certainly wasn't saying i oppose it. miss the noise occasionally, though.

awfully quiet.

hmm. certainly wasn't i.

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hello... what are you looking at...

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it would be good intel. a smart way to gather insight on a situation we technically must worry about too, of course... but how smart is it really? [leaning down... rectangular eyes lowered in a slight glare.] they are programmed to hate you. you've said it yourself. ++

a difficult situation for me to stay neutral on, clockwork. [he sighed, raising his hands up to pinch the pride of his shell, pushing his glasses up. a small exhale, blooming tail doing a grand sweep across the ground before settling at his hooves.] but for you i will ponder. ++

hmmh. fine, as you wish. is my kindhearted advice too much for some folk? [he teased, chuckling slightly as he moved to stand closer to the robot... by his side, hands folded in front of him.] i'm settled. do fill me in.

you've caught my interest, dearest clockwork.

what exactly does that mean... nothing bad, i hope? rizz was interesting enough

you're my. um.... oomfwork?

clockwork what in the stars are you talking about

perhaps a long metal pole taped to your middle will help that. [teasing tone]

doom...! ~ it's a pleasure to see you once more. my heart aches without you around, my dearest friend. [embracing him!]

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then why not join me now? you don't look busy.

no. was just enjoying nature. i miss the serenity of it all, the slow passage of time with the falling snow. it's not much deeper than that, my dear.

i would've been alright. [he hummed, stretching his body out as he looked at elliot.] nice to know you still think of me...

[that woke him up though, the repeated touches. flame flickering back to life, any remnants would melt away.] hmm? elliot?

[dusekkar certainly didn't feel very warm... his shell was icy to the touch, but he still snored. must've been quite the nap!]

[sleeping ... snow has accumulated on his shell and antlers. how rare!]

[ignoring everything]

hah. [he breathed, the inevitable hue on his shell and increase in his warmth was an indicator that this really got him. his level head evaporated instantly when presented with such genuine words.] clockwork, i... thank you, i think i should say. hopefully that's correct. ++

i feel so selfish, hogging up your time. but i can't help myself... it means everything to me. [he spoke, voice lowered as he felt eyes upon them from time to time. claw raising to gently stroke the metallic casing of clockwork's cheek.]

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