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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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[walking right into the lion's den, kiddo.

Before either robot or human would be able to react, there's a blur of squealing copper barreling straight for Peter, skinny arms slipping around his tiny frame and squeezing him up in to the air.]

HOLY CRAB, IT'S YOU!!! [Cue Rabbit twirling with her much smaller nephew around in sickeningly fast circles.] PETES!!

[greeterings]

[ Peter couldn't have possibly braced himself enough to prepare for the onslaught of Hurricane Rabbit! He managed a brief, strangled noise as he was swept up in the enthusiastic hug, and wheezed out a response somewhere around the tenth twirl. ]

R-Rabbit! Not that I'm not happy to see you, but-- oxygen!

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[The Spine just let that blur of copper blow by him with his usual stoicism. He warned Peter. It's out of his hands now.

... well, okay, obviously he's going to step in if it starts looking like Peter is going to suffer ill effects from either the squeezing or the centrifugal force of Rabbit's enthusiastic spinning.

But until then...]

He's got a point, Rabbit. Humans need to breathe.

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[Once the man has been properly twirled--about five times--Rabbit finally plops Peter back onto his feet and begins to press embarrassingly long kisses onto each of his 'cheeks', ending each press of her lips with an overly enthusiastic MWAH!

Finally he's released, Rabbit turning her wide grin on her brother briefly.] Breathe, S-S-Schmeathe! He can suffer a b-b-bit of lightheadedness when reuniting with his favorite aunt! I ain't gonna squeeze th' life outta him!

[Despite her happy squeezing, she is very well aware of how delicate to act around humans. If only her CyBuddys were given that same consideration...]

So, ya decided t' join us, Petes? Kind o' late in th' game, huh?

[greeterings]

[Considering that one of them is metal, and the other has a wooden mask for a face, those kisses just kinda make a hollow CLUNK noise whenever Rabbit makes contact!

Peter stumbles back a few steps and dusts himself off (ok, more flaky mud-bits than dust), almost bumping into Mount Spine along the way.]

Hey, not my fault that somebody decided to play hokey-pokey with the space/time continuum, I just saw you two yesterday!

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[He just cracks a crooked grin at Rabbit's response. It's exactly what he expected to hear.

And that's a steadying hand on Peter's shoulder. Careful, there, bumping into him is a good way to bruise something.]

Ah, yeah. About that... [So much for that smile.] Peter says it's 2014 back home. That sound right to you?

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[She blinks.]

Eeeeeeeeeeeh, [drawing that syllable out, Rabbit's glowing gaze flickers between her brother and her nephew] Is this a riddle? Is there a punch line? Cause I'm pretty s-s-shore it was 2015 last t-t-time I checked.