it was your idea… { KITT!!! lightly nudging open the door to the garage. wish him luck that he can pull it off! }

why? i think she would like to know that you helped. { DON’T MAKE HIM LIE RIGHT NOW. because you know he can’t! }

* we picked. you helped me with this endeavor, after all. { he states while lifting the vase to hold, for safe transport until he makes it to the garage. }

i think… it’s a lovely arrangement. though, i am still nervous of bonnie’s opinion. { shifting the placement of a few flowers to help the image of the bouquet, everything has to be perfect! kitt is a sort of perfectionist, after all. } there… hrm. michael, what do you think?

{ kitt decides to pick two of the orange poppies to help with the pop of color, returning to carefully slot each of his picks into the vase… it’s nice so far, but they need michael’s own additions to see what’s missing! }

{ of course he is. after picking a few suitable lilies, he’s moseying over to a section of poppies… they look as though bonnie might enjoy them, and they match the color scheme! gently grabbing some up! }

{ stepping through to enter the garden area, he’s setting the vase down so it won’t get in the way, but in proper reach of the two men. now, time to pick some flowers! maybe some yellow lilies to start… } i think a vibrant arrangement would be preferable.

{ carefully holding the vase that’s now in his possession, carrying on after michael. he’s coming!! } okay… i suppose you’re right. i hope she will like them.

{ he blinks at the reveal, his scanner surely going off in the garage as he’s thinking over the idea… } do you think she would enjoy that? i don’t know what kind of flowers she would like.

you have said this about bonnie, as well as april, even though they are not at all physically capable of being my actual mother. that would require genetics that i do not have— { RELAX, KITT. }

{ curiously quirking a brow, and he can tell michael is hiding something on purpose, so he decides not to ruin the surprise and scan it. } may 10th, also sharing this day is a holiday referred to as mother’s day. why?

{ well, someone has to pack the car with his things… returning back inside, heading towards michael’s room! }

{ in the GARAGE!! }

i would hope so… if you’d like anything else, do let me know. { he loves praise, nearly beaming… * ✨ }

certainly, michael. { it helps for saving on room, after all! sneaking a grin himself, turning to plop another jacket into the suitcase. they got a good selection now! }

good, i did pack some of your long sleeved shirts, i suppose i’ll add a jacket or two. { back into rummaging around in michael’s closet. }

please. you should know i’d never do that. { after all, he was created for him. it’s a little ironic how much he’s grown to enjoy michael’s presence, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. } what all would you like to take? am i missing anything?

good morning, michael. i took the liberty in packing your bags for you— for the mission, of course.

{ side eye… fighting in his dreams again? }

{ of course, he wasn’t really created for lounging around! }

{ silly michael. perhaps kitt will try and get a start on packing for him, since he needs his rest. quietly slipping out of bed. }

{ yes. * 💕 }

{ it is… but kitt will keep you on proper schedule, don’t worry. this is acceptable for a little while longer. }

{ no need to continue brooding over what could have happened, kitt. peeking open an eye, he seems to return the nuzzle, a quiet sigh escaping him. }

{ he’ll surely find you within the after party in a little while, michael. for now, he’s going to brood over this whole ordeal— can he fizzle this holoform away yet. * 🫩 }

{ it’s an abnormal rhythm, but for once, it helps kitt understand that perhaps michael really is feeling the same way he is. isn’t that the logical reasoning behind all of this, their brief touches and closeness? his hold continues, grazing michael’s fingers, caressing the top of his hand. }

{ oh good god, he really IS getting closer. a short laugh leaves his lips, not really out of amusement, but perhaps astonishment. } i feel as though i still don’t quite believe you… { yet kitt isn’t moving away, he’s scooting closer, lifting a hand to grasp at the one fiddling with his collar. }

do they? { perhaps this is the chardonnay talking. kitt tries to not get too hopeful when things get to this point— but it’s michael, and he can’t help but to desire a little more. damn these emotions, breaking the eye contact once again. }

not entirely. { there’s room for improvement, knight. his eyes trail back once feeling his fingertips so close to his neck. what’s he doing. } i’m sure there are other things you’d like to be doing.

is that right… { snark detected in that sentence, however, his gaze tactfully switching off from michael in favor of viewing the scenery. no facial expressions will give HIM away! }

{ squint… if his body temperature lowers any further, he’ll haul you back in there himself! instead, he nods, carrying on towards one of the benches available, in perfect view of the crafted fountain. } of course i will. i could not think of anything i’d rather do. { no snark detected in that! }

no… but it looks as though it might be for you. { he states with obvious concern, steps halting to overlook the other man. you know your safety and health comes first, michael! he will turn around RIGHTTT neow. }

{ that much is true, passing by another duo that seem shocked to see michael and kitt willingly travel out the doors. kitt isn’t a fan of the cold, but he’ll much brave that instead of the overwhelming groups surrounding him. careful with the steps! } this is rather lovely…

{ they shall! lead him wherever you please, michael— preferably somewhere with less foot traffic around them. he’s finally detected bonnie within the venue, but she’s too far away to even consider regrouping with her, making conversation with those who solely revolve around bettering technology. }

{ this is dreadful. he hates socializing against his will, and this is precisely that. coming to a stand while michael finds himself busy, attempting to scan for where devon and bonnie could be. there’s way too much commotion for him currently with everyone mingling, keeping closer to michael. * 💦 }

{ he’s been zoned off since the second speaker took the stand— there’s been some sort of animal that’s been scurrying around his vehicle mode, much to kitt’s dismay. the clapping immediately brings him back to reality, eyes flickering around… it’s over!! } are we free to leave yet. { NO. }

{ straighten UP guys, says bonnie as she’s making her own escape from all this talking. in all fairness, she’s probably been asked to help assist devon with something behind the scenes, but it still feels like betrayal to kitt. how dare she. }

{ aw, he does care to remember. nevermind that, it seems as though the awards are FINALLY ready to begin! though there’s many speakers to go through first before even getting to devon… goodness gracious. }

{ can’t even play a round of pac-man in here. }

{ SIGHSSSS SO DRAMATICALLY, chin propped up on his hand. woe is he. where’s some entertainment when you need it? }

{ not her BABY. } on that note… { slides over his sparkling water. he needs it more than kitt does— he was just social drinking. }

{ bonnie’s hands are immediately covering her face. good grief. } so terrible that you’re drinking it as if it were water. ( 🤨 )

{ nudging his glass closer to the man. go crazy! } i do wonder what this tastes like. i don’t think it would affect my systems quite like it does you, michael. { bonnie is immediately shaking her head, mouthing ‘ DISCOURAGE HIM!! ’ from behind kitt’s back to michael. }

{ quite the turnout, this event… are these all different groups and individuals they’ve helped this far to celebrate devon’s accomplishment? sipping on his sparkling water. ( bonnie shoved away the complimentary chardonnay. ) }

you must be still hungover from yesterday. flattery is appreciated, though it is not needed… but thank you nonetheless. { smiling to himself over the showered compliments, cheeks slightly tinted... he’s so easy to please, isn’t he? * ✨ }

michael… ( ♨️ ) { GETINTHECAR!!! he’s only serving to fluster kitt more and more— but this time makes a little more sense for this reaction. sort of. } we do not have time to fool around and marvel at my exterior.

you know me too well. { he should, after all this time! kitt’s vehicle mode has been polished up for the occasion, shiny as can be. suppose that’s why he was getting another check up, it was for the event, no doubt. quietly slipping into the passenger seat. }

thank goodness. { don’t make him flustered! he’s kept still for a moment longer than usual, finally nodding his head to begin following michael along. how terrible, such an action has this big of an effect on you, kitt… } of course not. i’m happy to know it’ll be just you two.

assigned seating? really. where am i sitting… { he’s actually worried, as if devon would have him placed him anywhere else but by michael’s side. as long as he’s not placed with a stranger that dares to learn more about him, he should be fine. }

thank you, michael… { sheepishly scratching at his cheek. it feels odd, even though he’s received compliments from him before. relax… devon reminds them of their arrival time, meaning they are to hurry up with whatever else they might need before leaving! off he goes, leaving kitt with michael. }