[The Spine's Bedroom; fabulae_victoriana]

[awfulsentimetal]

The Spine is, at heart, an automaton that prefers simplicity over the ornate designs that were so pervasive in the 1800s and early 1900s. When picking out the trappings of his room he chose functional furniture that could bear his weight. In addition to the bed, his room contains bookshelves and a large, comfortable chair.  An assortment of ropes are looped from the ceiling that he can often be found resting in when he isn't in his chassis.  

Feel free to visit, but please, knock first. This means you, Rabbit.

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[yesterdaystomorrow]

No! Stay there! [Quickly spoken as tiny hands flew up to motion the man to stop before Brianna was shooting her boyfriend a sickly sweet smile and retreating just to peek out the door. And when she'd return? It was with quite the surprise.]

Here! A little something to put on the walls. [Aaaaand that was definitely a roll of wallpaper that was decorated in the woman's favorite animal. Oh my.]

[awfulsentimetal]

[Well... that sure is cat wallpaper. After a moment of quiet consideration, the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile. While it isn't exactly something he'd pick for himself, it's one hundred percent Brianna and he can't help loving it.]

It's perfect. Looks like I'm gonna have myself a project of the next couple of days--fancy helpin' out?

[Because humans think this kind of thing is fun, right? That's why This Old House exists.]

[yesterdaystomorrow]

[One hundred percent Brianna!]

Of course! [came that pleasant chirp in reply, the petite woman bouncing over to set the roll of wallpaper off to the side with the automaton's other gifts before she'd be burying herself against him in an affectionate hug, arms wrapping around him as her head rested at his humming chest.] We'll make an afternoon of it! And hopefully keep The Stripe from interfering too much. I don't think he'd very much like getting stuck to the wallpaper.

[Though imagine the hilarity of it all.]

[awfulsentimetal]

[A twitterpated grin finds its way to his faceplate with the hug. A strong arm wraps delicately around her waist, keeping her close. The quiet hum of his core spins up for a moment before settling again, as stable and strong as ever.]

Oh, I think we can keep The Stripe busy if he decides to stick his nose where it's liable to get paste on it. I like the cats on the paper just fine without addin' real life whiskers to'em.

[If he were a vengeful 'bot he might entertain the thought that it'd serve him right for climbing up him all the time and snaring his clothes.

If he were a vengeful 'bot.

He isn't, of course, and so the thought never crosses his headwiring.]

Tell you what, we'll go out and find him a new toy to keep him occupied. Sound good?

[yesterdaystomorrow]

[It was a good thought to avoid entertaining. As much as Brianna found amusement in the various shenanigans her kitten managed to get wound up in, she certainly wouldn't appreciate anything quite so distressing as whiskers lost to sticky wallpaper.]

Absolutely! [And hey, if The Spine wanted to wrap his arms around her and keep her close, B was absolutely okay with that.] I'm sure we'll manage to keep him distracted for at least a little while. [They could hope, at least.]

Do you think this is a good start? To personalizing your space and making it all your own?