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Rabbit & Alyss' Bedroom (of love)

Welcome to the room of organized chaos.
Alyss and Rabbit share one of the larger rooms in the Victorian-style Walter house - being the oldest son it is obviously the robot's right to take the second-best room in the house - on the second floor, right next to Peter's room.
The room itself never looks quite as nice as depicted in the picture because Rabbit is a slightly messy individual and Alyss doesn't mind his untidiness in the slightest. Which means there is no one to really clean it. Though most of their clothes make it to be neatly hung away in the closet, there will always be at least one or two various pairs of boots and gloves left laying around, a belt here or there, and the woman's collection of stuffed animals all over.
..And really, knowing them, that chandelier probably makes as an impromptu hanger at various points as well.
There is a nice window seat for Alyss to sit in and enjoy the sunshine on days with good weather or simply to listen to Rabbit yap on forever like he does, and Lil' Bunny's cardboard box bed is perched there usually too.
Both the robot and his lady can usually be found outside of their room, enjoying the family's company or simply out on the town, but they can be caught there in the mornings or late evenings generally, unless Rabbit is being a grump and sneaking off to hide elsewhere for a few hours or Alyss has disappeared from the grounds completely to do her own thing.
Current Pet Count: Mocha Road, Lil' Bunny, TomatoSoup, Macaroni, Cheese, BananaBread, TunaMelt, Captain QuackBeard, Fuzzybuttkins, and Bob.
BECAUSE WHY NOT idk started something
After she had stepped back, allowing him the time to see his brothers. They needed him, had been in grieving the week he was gone, perhaps worse once he had been set in the ground. Alyss had busied herself, along with Deliah, to try and keep things going in some way; keeping the brothers watered and all of that. Anything to do something more than sit around and do nothing.
Now? Now she was sitting in the living room quietly, lounged on one of the couches with Lil Bunny fast asleep in a makeshift bed on the nearby table. The house wasn't so dead quiet anymore, at least.
BREAKING IN THE BED..room
It was Rabbit, crouched down to her level beside the couch, a copper set of fingers trailing upwards to rest somewhere on the woman's knee, a strange expression smoothed across those faceplates of his. Only a few hours back to life and the 'bot was already beginning to feel the usual ache within his limbs, a weary sort of exhaustion from all of the socializing and activity and bullying that had been done since his return from the dead.
And there was still so much more to do.
He squeezed her leg, tone lowered to a near-whisper (as close as Rabbit could ever go), a touch of urgency in the copper automaton's voice as he held out his arms, beckoning her forward. "C'mon. I g-gotta surprise for ya."
BA DUM TSH
"Alright, Rabbit," still wearing his hat, one of his bandanas on as well to help keep it from slipping down enough it covered her eyes. Alyss hadn't taken it off since he'd gotten back, more or less because he hadn't come by to claim it.
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Human Week
Only a few days back from the grave and already the 'bot could tell something was wrong in the city when he'd gone out with Alyss for their private celebration of his return, even more so than it had been before his death. Ever since the destruction of that boarding house (not his fault!), the city had appeared to have been going a bit haywire around them, the residents stranger than ever. There was only so much that Rabbit could ignore or brush off as nothing around him before he finally began to notice.
And it was starting to get a little freaky out there.
But it wasn't until he woke one morning, snuggled up in a nest of warm blankets and sheets with Alyss, his mismatched eyes blinking awake, fingers curling tenderly across her delicate, bare skin-
Rabbit's hand recoiled in an instant at that shock of simple feeling to the tingling nerves in his fingers - fingers?! The 'bot gaped openly down at the fleshy hand that was there in place of the curved, sharp metal digits he was so used to seeing. A pause, the 'bot-turned-man not even breathing as he manipulated those slim fingers into movement. He curled his hand into a fist and immediately yelped at the sensation and vague realization, pitching backwards off the bed, dragging some of the blankets twisted around his body along with him.
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"... What."
No, just what. This figure was decidedly shorter than the one she had fallen asleep with, and there was no sort of clockwork sound with those movements. What, who, and how.
Does she need to throw someone out that window over there.
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"A-A-Allllllice?" a familiar voice whined up at the woman, that stutter still there despite the lack of bad programming or crossed wiring or whatever it had been that Peter had assumed had initially caused it. Something deeper then, subconscious.
The strange man on the floor of her bedroom, despite being decisively less mechanical and slightly shorter, still held some resemblance to the robot form Rabbit had been built with so many years previous. The same slender build, broad shoulders, skinny arms, bald head. Not to mention that twitching mouth, which was always so distinctly Rabbit.
"W-what-what-what's goin' on?"
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WARNING FOR SEX??????
talk about breaking in a bed?
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"W-w-what was that all about?"
Because really, despite how quickly she'd changed tunes the moment he'd stepped onto the scene, Rabbit had seen how strangely Alyss had been reacting to the man, hugging him one moment, slim fingers lacing threateningly into his clothes the next.
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"I'll never forgive him," softly, but loud enough for Rabbit to hear, "Jack Vessalius.
"He was the only one to visit who ever asked to see me, to spend time with me and tell me things," she picked at one of the rabbit's ears before leaning over and sliding it under the bed, "Of course he spent time with Alice too, like everyone else. Jack would call to me, to take her place, and no one else ever did."
Then why would she think of harming him?
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Serious conversations were infrequent between them, not when there was enjoyment to be had, but when those moments did pop up, Rabbit was too involved to simply brush the grimness aside, instead giving the woman his full, undivided attention. Which really spoke volumes to their relationship.
So Rabbit was there, twitching fingers settling into his lap as he watched her, trying to connect the dots of what she was saying. And not quite getting it.
"S-s-so he's a bad guy?" Just trying to understand. While her examples of him were all the opposite of that, the never being able to forgive him part was telling enough to get that through, even if he didn't get the why.
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AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT
More so by the robot's creator.
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It took a few minutes, because Rabbit had been taking the moment alone to power down and give his overworked systems a little downtime while Alyss had been safely out of the way, but eventually there'd be a slightly grumpy automaton peering through the half-open door, expression softening just slightly at the recognition of who it was.
Then came some indistinct mumble. "Wazguninon?"
Good afternoon to you too, father dearest.
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There was a reason he had come upstairs for his robotic son, after all-
"I've got something to show you, a present of sorts, so if you aren't too tired to come down and see-" open inivitation to say no right there."
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We aren't bad people or anything
But finally, there had been a small opening of normalcy within their lives. Just peaceful rest to recover within. With Pappy back to health and things settled down to what the Walters could consider normal, life was returning to what it had been. Back to busking, back to mindless bickering, back to family mealtimes.
Yes, it was good. Things would be okay. For the most part.
As understanding as she may have been, Rabbit did feel somewhat bad for how his attention had been anywhere but on Alyss as of late, not with how he'd been hovering over his returned father as he had been the last week. Which was precisely why the 'bot had a small surprise hidden behind his back when he'd returned from a long day of music in the park today, stepping into their shared bedroom and nudging the door closed with his foot.
Nope not bad people at all
Who knows what she had been doing, other than likely talking to it as she may have occasionally done with the toaster while making toast. She peered at Rabbit, head tilted.
"Have a good day?" This was completely normal.
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"Shore shore, r-r-real nice, I 'spose, b-but just had you on th' mind for th' most part." Yep, hands still behind his back, not being obvious or anything. "C'mere for a sec. Got somethin' for ya."
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At least she's looking quite a bit better than she did when she was first brought home, though with all the running around she's doing rather than resting, she's looking a bit paler than she should.
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"Ya s-s-should be restin' so ya can recover." People were delicate like that.
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WHY DID I BOTHER WITH BRACKETS lmao
[As much as Alyss didn't much care about the mess of the room.. Well it showed, didn't it? The window was open today, the breeze much cooler than leaving it closed. Mocha Road curled up by the window, to make sure none of the smaller animals got it in their head that using the lounge by it to get out would be a good idea.
Good Mocha. Best Dog.
Alyss was by the window herself, enjoying said breeze.]
HOW DID THOSE GET HERE IDK
ALIENS
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And Rabbit himself? Not asleep, no, but stretched out there comfortably on the bed, skinny arms tucked behind his head and the shutters of his usually bright photo-receptors closed, a hiss of hot steam trailing upwards into the air from a crooked mouth. Just relaxing, unwinding after whatever it was that automaton's got tense from.
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This of course didn't stop her from moving onto the bed in a sort of plop, bounding a little on the mattress--
"I had a talk with Miss Brianna." W e l p.
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[At dat boarding house, yo]
And it seemed like the building was ready for their arrival as well, old rooms spruced up to fit the vastly expanded family, new beds and pillows and whatever else was needed, simply already being right there, ready to be used. A quick peek into Rabbit's old bedroom had been all he'd needed before the 'bot was loyally trailing after his girlfriend to her old room instead. There wasn't any need for him to stick with his brothers in that crowded room if he could just curl up with Alyss instead, right?
But what a shock it had been to open the door and see the whole thing and been remodeled. And how!
"W-whoa! Looks like yer room got all fixed up in yer absence, babe."
/o/
Save the bed--
"The bed covers match your pants, Rabbit." Don't mind her as she already moved inside, bunny deposited down on the window seat in a little bedding box or sorts already there, very soon flopping down onto that black stripped bed.
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