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awfulsentimetal) wrote2013-11-14 05:30 pm
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[The Spine's Bedroom;
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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.
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"I'll do my best," he replied, turning a corner and glancing down to flash a warm smile at the Walter Girl. In truth, a lot of his memories of the colonel prior to arriving in Nusquantum were hazy due to wipes. He thought he could recall enough to help pick out a gift the man would find useful, though. "Maybe another coffee pot. That way he can have two goin' at once."
Was that a joke?
The Spine was smirking. It was definitely a joke.
As they began to cross a stone footbridge he slowed to a halt. The water ran cold and clear beneath the bridge and the sky could be seen clearly through the gap in the buildings that crowded either side of the waterway. Exactly the kind of pretty spot he'd been hoping to find. "Speakin' of giving gifts... I wanted to pass somethin' by you while we were out if, uh, if you don't mind."
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She'll just give it more thought later. But it was a good start. Yulemas was still some time away.
"Oh?" Brianna's attention was drifting away from the beautiful scenery and the passerby's to fly right back up to the silver automaton's so handsome face, smile brightening ever so slightly just as it did every time she looked at him. Together for months and the man's presence alone still had her heartbeat rising. "What is it, Spine?"