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[Ring-a-ding if you need something! The Spine is never without his CereVice. If he doesn't pick up on the third or fourth ring, something is definitely wrong....

...or Rabbit has stolen it.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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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.

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[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'.

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[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!

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[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]

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[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?

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[... 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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[her mouth quirks into a slight pout at the thought of no Wheel of Fortune]

What 'bout Family Feud? Hollywood Squares? [her head tilts with a clicking of gears] Singled Out?

[keep living in the 90s, rabbit]

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[Hey, at least one of them is still on the air.]

No, nuh-uh, and nope. [A beat, and then he adds:] I think I might've passed by some kinda alien version of Singled Out last time I turned on the TV.

[Three guesses what he was looking for and the first two don't count.

...also, kudos Rabbit. You've momentarily distracted him. Again.]

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Oooooh~! [Rabbit hops onto the couch and wiggles until she finds what she assumes is a comfortable position, reaching forward to swipe the remote.]

Maybe it's on.... [Her free hand curls around The Spine's wrist, attempting to tug him down with her. Just give up and watch some TV, Spine.]

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[If there's one thing The Spine has learned in his century+ of living, it's that you can't win'em all. Sometimes you can't even win one. This is definitely one of those times.

He gives up and sits.] Too much reality TV will rot your brain, you know.