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[Y'know, all of these puns are doing exactly zero to improve his mood. Also, the cutesy attempt at dodging his question is highly suspicious. He has half a mind to get up from the kitchen table and go see exactly what of his she broke, but then--]

No.

[His tone brooks no argument, but then, this is Rabbit. Since when does she let a little thing like tone stop her?]

Great! [That beaming smile only gets brighter. Sure he said no, but she is absolutely convinced he means the opposite.] I'll take that as a yes! Thanks f-f-for bein' so understandin' about this, bro! Ya d-d-don't gotta worry about a thing! I know exactly what yer type is. Let ol' Rabbit take care o' everythin'!

[... are her audio-receptors out of wack again? He's dead certain he said no. It was a good no, spoken clearly and with conviction. Hard to miss, a no like that.]

Rabbit, I don't want to go on a date. I just wanna read in peace, and maybe rehearse a few songs if you didn't break my guitar. If you're bored maybe you oughta go out and find yourself a date. I hear there's a nice appliance shop on the other side of town.

[Mismatched, glowing eyes flick off to the side of the screen, the only indication of any nervousness beneath the copper 'bot's cheerful expression, but the look was all too brief before it disappeared, Rabbit's too-wide grin beaming across the connection at her brother again.

There's a playful imitation of eye rolling as a trail of steam curls up from her mouth.] Oh come on! Yer gunter-dalin is j-j-just fine! I was kiddin'. Don't even bother checkin' it out, okay? It's a waste o' time.

--Besides, you should be the one headin' out! Ya gotta find a nice, new hat for yer big date! I'll hold down the f-f-fort. You go out.

No, I think I'd rather stay here, Rabbit. You know. Iron some shirts. Gotta polish my shoes for that concert comin' up, too. Lots of stuff I gotta do. In my room. Where I'm sure everythin' is just like I left it.

[He's onto you, sister.]

[oh no, how could he possibly see through her???]

Ummmmmmmm, [Rabbit draws the single syllable out for as long as possible as the camera quickly shifts in her hand, moving against her chest and giving The Spine nothing to look at but a fuzzy, black screen.]

--Maaaaaaaaybe I should s-s-step out r-r-real quick....

[That is definitely the sound of The Spine's chair pushing back as he lurches to his feet. What did she do.]

On second thought, maybe you oughta stay here and help me rehearse. [Heavy footsteps in the tiny living area--you better book it, Rabbit, or you're going to be penned in.] Seein' as it's always easier with someone pickin' up the backing harmonies.

[The second after The Spine is on his feet and those footsteps are making their way towards her, there's the sudden and surprisingly loud sound of glass shattering from his bedroom.

Rabbit remains uncharacteristically silent.]

[Well, that lights a fire under his titanium-alloy butt. Not long after the glass settles he appears in the doorway, a hand on either side of the frame.

... that is definitely a broken window.]

... Rabbit?

[He closes the distance between the door and the window in two long strides (it's a small apartment, okay). Holding onto his hat, he pokes his head out.] Rabbit! Of all the stupid things to do-- [She better NOT be in pieces down there.]

[A pair of skinny arms throw themselves over The Spine from behind, wrapping around his neck as the lady 'bot clung awkwardly to his back. If The Spine at all needed to breathe, the action would be absolutely terrifying and a clear threat on his life. But considering Rabbit had a habit of throwing herself around against her brother dramatically at any time of the day, it was probably expected by this point.]

Holy crab, Th'Spine! [Rabbit shudders against him--fake--and releases a heaving, mournful sigh--also fake. She also doesn't let go.] We've been robbed.

Wha--hey! [He is not a jungle gym, Rabbit. If she breaks or tears something on those protruding vertebrae and sharp fins of his, that's on her. ~~this is how they lost the jon~~

The Spine straightens to his full height, unperturbed by the immense weight hanging off of his neck, and turns his head just enough to fix her with a stare from the corner of his eye.]

We've been robbed. [Said in the flat tones of someone that is certain that whatever comes next is not going to be what they want to hear.] Must've been some thief. That's a ten story drop.

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[Rabbit goes completely limp against her brother with an even more theatrical sigh, allowing the other automaton to carry her full weight as he straightens, her long legs stretched out slack beneath her.]

It was awful! Revoltin'! Abhorrent! Horrible! Repugnant even! [Turn off your Thesaurus setting, Rabbit.] He m-m-musta been powered by crazy t' make it up the walls th' way he did! I just t-t-t-t-turned 'round for a second an' he had smashed through th' window!

Aren't ya s-s-SO grateful I didn't get hurt?!

Oh, yeah, sure. Grateful. Yep. [It would be more believable if he didn't sound so distracted. The Spine turns on the spot, only slightly hindered by Rabbit hanging off of his shoulders, to observe the room.

Funny, he would have thought a thief wouldn't have bothered with an obviously occupied room. Also, a very sparsely furnished one. It isn't as if The Spine has expensive, easily picked up items lying around.

Oh, would you look at that. His guitar is missing. His mouth sets in a thin line, steam rising from his vents.]

So... this thief. He climbed the wall, smashed in the window, grabbed my guitar, and climbed back out again? Is that what you're sayin'?

[He would likely be able to feel the very enthusiastic way Rabbit was nodding her head against his back at that question.]

Yep! Definitely that! [Finally releasing The Spine (it seemed safe enough now that he was totally buying her story), Rabbit danced around just enough that she could meet her brother's gaze, purposely tilting her chin downwards so she could peer up through her fake lashes, demurely.]

D-d-don't got a clue why he thought that would be a g-g-good idea, but s-some people don't have all th' stuff we do, y'know? He must'a r-r-really needed it. An' it's th' t-t-time o' year for givin' back t' th' people, ain't it, The Spine?

[Another obviously fake, wistful sigh.] April. My f-f-favorite month o' th' year. It's l-l-like Yulemas-time, but it's also spring!

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[It's a sweet sentiment, it really is. If only she weren't pushing it so hard, he might have actually believed her. Yulemas is whenever you want it to be, after all.

He stares back at her with lowered eyebrows and a thin frown.]

Rabbit, if the thief broke in from outside, then how come there isn't more glass in here? [Contrary to what Rabbit likes to tell people, The Spine ain't no dummins. He's up to date on his Sherlock Holmeses and his Hercule Poirots.]

[Yulemas is in our hearts. ....Or it would be, if we had them.]

Stop askin' questions! [A skinny arm thrusts forward unexpectedly before wrapping around The Spine's neck, Rabbit attempting to drag him away from the scene of the crime and back out to the living room.] This is a r-r-r-real serious matter, Th'Spine! We don't got time for all yer logics an' thinkin' processes! Let's call th' cops an' order a pizza an' be d-d-done with it!

[Insert Tin Man reference here.]

We're robots, Rabbit. We can't eat pizza. [And this new attempt at distracting him is doing absolutely nothing to assuage his suspicions, sister. He lets her steer him away, fixing her with an even more skeptical stare than before.] But I think callin' the cops might be a good idea. Someone breaking in is a serious matter. 'Course, I'd hate for someone to get thrown in jail over somethin' as small as a guitar...

Too bad the thief isn't around to fess up to her crime in person. I'd be willin' to accept an apology.

[Yep. Too bad she isn't around to accept the blame for her crime. Such a shame.]

[The Spine's stares are--as always--completely ineffective in stirring up even the tiniest sliver of guilt in the copper automaton's bubbling boiler, Rabbit simply plowing on straight ahead with this obvious scheme, her hands gripped tightly around her brother as he was steered into the hallway.

She continued blabbering on as if he'd said nothing.] --An' then th' two o' us can l-look into gettin' new instruments! [There was a awkwardly dancing snake sitting in their path before she gently nudged the CyBuddy aside with her foot before meeting The Spine's unimpressed gaze.] I was thinkin' we should look into a new color scheme. Red an' black gets kinda dull after a hundred-some years.... What about yellow an' blue? I think we could pull it off, even with yer coloring.

[Call the cops all you want, The Spine. She's not getting caught.]

[That snake gets a narrow-eyed look from The Spine. It isn't that he dislikes it, exactly, but it does have a habit of popping up in his path and dancing, and he's beginning to wonder if it wants something.

Wait, what had Rabbit just said about their costuming? Yellow and blue?]

Never figured you for a Hufflepuff, Rabbit. [There isn't so much as a sliver of humor in his voice. Is he serious? Is he joking? Who knows.] Tell you what, you can try out the yellow and blue theme if you want. I'm goin' to be sticking to black and red.

[Nobody ever said they had to match, and if their outfits clashed, well, that's just more of an excuse for him to keep to the opposite end of the stage.

...yeah he might be mildly peeved.]

Oh. [that lopsided mouth twists briefly into a thoughtful expression, lashes fluttering ridiculously at her brother] Okay, m-m-maybe red an' gold then.... Or silver an' g-gr-green.... Much better t' be a Slytherin or a Gryffindor than a smelly Hufflepuff...

[what a weird conversation to be having]

I think gold would really bring out th' color of yer peepers though.

[Rabbit someday your eyelashes are going to take off and fly away without you.]

I dunno, Rabbit, Hufflepuffs have some great qualities. [Spoken like a true Hufflepuff. Yeah he's totally taken that sorting hat quiz over at Pottermore.

Twice.]

Silver does the job just fine. [And, carefully stepping over the dancing snake:] Where are we goin'.

[or they will take off WITH HER and you will finally be free, spine.]

Yeah, like bein' booooooo-ring! No one likes a Hufflepuff over th' other houses, S-S-Spine. It's just facts.

[Rabbit continues to drag her brother forward through their small apartment into the living room, the snake following at his heels, still dancing.

Here! [a delicate (or not-so-delicate) shove towards their couch] S-s-sit down! Put yer feet up!

[A 'bot can dream.

But not of electric giraffes that's just silly.]

I think you mean it's just opinion. Hufflepuffs are loyal, dependable--you know what, I'm not havin' this argument. [Again.

Annnd that oh-so-(in)delicate shove has him stumble a step or two toward the couch. He doesn't sit. Instead, he half-turns to fix Rabbit with a suspicious photo-receptor.]

Rabbit, what're you doin'. [why is he so certain he isn't going to like it]

[She flutters her lashes up at him again. Maybe it will work one day. Eventually.]

Just helpin' my brother relax after a l-l-long day! You want a drink? Some slippers? Wanna watch Wheel of Fortune together?

[... yep, he doesn't like it. That sure is an even narrower suspicious stare.]

I don't think they have Wheel of Fortune on TV here, Rabbit. [... not that he's... checked...] Besides, I was relaxin' just fine on my own before we were "burgled".

[Can you hear those air quotes slamming into place like the bars on a jail cell, Rabbit? The Spine can.]

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