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[Museboxin'] What are we doing I want to get off this plane-

It was one of those days in the Walter Manor when the humans - both Walters and otherwise - seemed far too preoccupied with their work in the lab to keep tabs on their automatons. So after loading up The Jon with a tub full of markers, half-used crayons, and stubbly colored pencils in his room, the humans had no doubt assumed that most of the shenanigans in the house had been headed off, leaving the rest of the robots to make their own fun.

But leaving Rabbit unattended today? Well, let's just say that a bored Rabbit was quite the dangerous thing to leave laying around.

Which was precisely why the 'bot didn't reappear inside of the Manor until late evening, out far later than he'd ever been allowed on his own before, a bushy mustache affixed above his upper lip and arms wrapped suspiciously around himself as he attempted to sneak in without notice. Though those creaking joints and rattling gears of his never did give the 'bot very much stealth...

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There'd be the tapping a foot clearly heard not very long after Rabbit was inside. Looking towards the sound of that foot tapping would be familiar black shoes that led up to black and white striped stockings, the usual Walter Girl uniform dress-

Walter Girl Bunny had hands on her hips, foot still tapping, giving the copper 'bot that certain Look with a brow raised. Black lips pressed into a line.

She looked as if she were waiting for an explination or something, din't she?

Rabbit froze abruptly, one foot still comically stuck in the air, arms wrapped securely around his wiggling (?) vest, head snapping upwards with a CRACK as those bi-colored optics of his flashed in surprise.

Well shit.

"Oh, h-h-hey there, Miss Bunny." Just be casual and smooth, Rabbit. Casual and smooth. "Ya sneakin' d-down t' th' kitchen t' get some late night ice cream too?"

That eyebrow rose a little higher, her posture straightening as she took a few steps to sort of block any quick escapes. A finger tapped against her lips before she drew the hand down in show of his vest, wiggling them to indicate the moment she did notice.

Sorry, the ice cream was just going completely ignored.

What are you hiding, Rabbit?

Trapped. Trapped and discovered by Walter Girl Bunny of all people. Now, if it had been Brianna or Paige, Rabbit would have easily been able to slip by with a few words of flattery or bad punnery, but Bunny?

He didn't have a chance.

Not that it meant Rabbit was just going to give up. "Hidin'?" Being a mime himself - even if that was more of a performance skill than a species exactly - it was easy enough for the 'bot to read the mute woman's question. "I ain't hidin' a thing, Miss B-Bunny," Though his skinny arms did move to hide some of that squirming against his chest, turning his body so she couldn't see.

"Why don't ya head on up t' bed or somethin' an' I'll bring ya a sundae?"

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She rolled her eyes, Don't try pulling that on me, Rabbit. You should know better. An arm folded over her chest as fingers brushed over a pale white striped sleeve, head tilting, before hands went right back on her hips and her chin tilted upwards.

You'd best show me before I make you, and others are woken up from the protests you'll undoubtedly make.

It was bad enough he'd been out far later than he was ever allowed, alone or with someone, but he was coming in with something moving in his clothing. Nope. Not getting past her.

Oh he knew better. He knew way better than to even attempt to pull a fast one on Bunny. Woman was too damn bright for her own good and somehow just as craftily clever as he was.

Really, if she wasn't always there to put a stylishly booted foot down and stop his devious adventures of hopping over the rule line, Rabbit would likely be all too eager to drag her along for the ride. But that wasn't what she was hired to do, unfortunately. Miss 'Matter Management Mistress' had her delicate hands busy with more important projects.

And yet still she had time to hop on upstairs and ruin his fun, didn't she?

"No, I ain't-" A pause, mouth twitching downwards thoughtfully. "Fine." Well, that was a quick give in, wasn't it? "C'mere an' s-s-sit down." But he didn't give the woman much of a chance to move on her own, one arm still wrapped around himself as Rabbit approached Bunny, copper hands delicately grasping at her shoulder to guide the mime towards an armchair and nudging her to sit. Then the prototype robot was kneeling down in front of her on the floor, reaching down to start unbuttoning his vest-

Just what in the hell was Rabbit up to?

The copper 'bot was able to guider her easily enough, hands moving away from her hips as she sat. Ankles were crossed as hands rested just in her lap once she settled in the armchair, head tilted somewhat in curiousity.

What was he hiding?

She watched Rabbit rather carefully, even leaning forwards a bit where she had been seated.

That unbuttoning paused midway, the 'bot's copper head tilting upwards with a curious tilt as the woman was leaning in closer herself to see what he know doubt had to show off, which only drew a semi-amused twist to Rabbit's lips. Oh Miss Bunny, you looked too cute when you weren't throwing that particular Look his direction.

His vest was squirming again, but a set of curved claws moved to rest very lightly against Bunny's stocking'd knee, tapping there idly. "Close yer eyes an' s-stick yer hands out."

What? He could have fun with this, couldn't he?

There went that eyebrow raising again. Try and pull a trick, you know what will happen.

A small warning, but the brow lowered soon enough as with a bit of a quiet sigh Bunny did indeed close her eyes and held out her hands as Rabbit asked. She could go along with his little games from time to time, rarely, if it ment whatever he was doing would go over all the quicker and she could get him on her way and go back on her own.

Go ahead.

That smile of his sharpened into an outright smirk when the woman's eyelids slipped shut, the 'bot wasting no time in unbuttoning his vest fully. Just a few seconds of rustling fabric before a wiggling, warm bundle of feathers an' fluff would be deposited in Bunny's palm, Rabbit's hand hovering close in case it was accidentally dropped.

As soon as that warm ball of feathery fluff and the added weight in her hands were felt fingers had curled, to keep the slightly wiggly duckling from falling. Eyes eopened soon after as the corner of her mouth twitched, gaze shifting from the fluffball to rabbit.

More than one? Of course the one in her hand was lifted and set in one hand, stroking along it's head in a soundless sort of coo. It was cute, and despite how terrifying Bunny could be she liked cute things.

Like ducklings.

And Rabbits?

When the woman would open her eyes, she'd find Rabbit still kneeling at her feet, unusual vest hanging open from his crooked shoulders, copper palms carefully cradling three other tiny ducklings, the small things nibbling cutely at the tips of his metal fingers, making the tiniest of excited quacks at finally being out of that hiding spot near the 'bot's warm chest.

"Cute, huh? I wasn't g-g-gonna keep 'em, but th' lake is just real cold tonight an' their ma wasn't back yet an' I didn't wanna leave 'em all alone in th' dark-..." Oh, that smirk fell into a soft, robot pout. Don't make him put them back, Bunny.

Bunny moved a finger just over her upper lip, indicating Rabbit's mushtache and how it ruined the way that pout was supposed to work. Not as cute as it could be.

Those other ducklings were getting a look over, a finger rested just at her chin. It was too late to walk back down to the duckpond, too dark to check out Rabbit's story, so what else was there to do? With one duckling in hand she moved from the chair and stepped around Rabbit, tapping the back of his head for him to follow her.

Oh, the fake mustache. Right

Tearing that off and stuffing it into his pocket, Rabbit was quick to rise up on creaky knees and follow obediently after the woman, not quite certain what Bunny had on her mind but hoping it would allow him to keep and help the poor ducklings at least until morning.

The little duckling was tucked safely into a pocket of her dress, it settling down and fluffed up nicely, as she pulled a cardboard box from somewhere. Who knows where, and it really didn't matter at the moment.

She looked back towards Rabbit, fingers drumming a little against the box. Go find a shirt of something else soft and warm to tuck into this.

That pout? Instantly gone as Rabbit took the offered box with one hand, set the sweet ducklings inside for safely, and then threw skinny copper arms around Bunny to drag the woman into a quick, but fierce hug. Being terribly careful to not squish the duck in her pocket, of course, but Rabbit had to show his appreciation at not being tattled on for bringing his ducks into the house.

"Thanks, M-M-M-Miss Bunny!" And setting the box at his feet when that physical contact was broken, the 'bot would be scampering away loudly to go grab one of The Spine's shirts for his new friends. He wouldn't miss it at all, right?

She patted his back at the hug, leaned back with Just until morning, okay? Because after that? Well, they'd be discovered and he'd be scolded for someone else. In the morning their mother would likely be back and looking for them, so Rabbit would have to head out to let them be reunited.

Bunny scooped the duckling from her pocket and knelt by the box since it was left her, placing it down with it's siblings. By the time Rabbit returned he'd likely find all of those ducklings crowded around the one hand she had in the box for pettings. Cute little things, really.

It didn't take long at all to steal one of his younger brother's silk skirts, the 'bot pausing at the entranceway to the room and just taking in the cute scene of Bunny huddled down beside the quacking ducklings who were curiously surrounding her hand. Rabbit didn't necessarily want to disturb them, but the babies needed their thrown together bed to have some warmth and comfort, so those clanking steps crossed the floor before he was kneeling down beside the group.

"Thanks f-f-for not tellin'. I'll be shore t' get 'em out real early. Right after th' sun comes up." It wasn't as if he was going to sleep at all tonight anyway. "Sorry if I kept ya up or anythin', but we'll be good now. Ya can g-go-go sleep." Already snuggling those ducklings in with the shirt, the sweet things content to nestle in and sleep for the night now.

Just don't make a habit of this. Rabbit was getting something of a Look once she stood straight. You'll be scolded in the morning already as it is for being gone so long. Of course it was taken notice of, the house had been far too quiet and they had eventually gone looking for Rabbit.

He was in enough trouble already, more or less.

Shrugging, tapping her wrist- It wasn't so late for me, I still had some work to finish. Matter Management Mistress had some paperwork and things to it, most likely.

"Yeah yeah..." Scolding wasn't so big a concern for Rabbit - not when it happened so frequently within the house these last one hundred some years - but he wouldn't be attempting to purposely exacerbate the punishment either.

Shifting to sit on the ground beside the box of nestling ducklings, Rabbit hunched in close to keep a protective, watchful eye over the fluffy, delicate creatures. "If ya s-say so." It was true that the automaton didn't quite care to understand the intimate details of the woman's position in his family, but he knew he kept Bunny busy and that it was terribly important.

She patted Rabbit's shoulder once he had settled down and hunched over. A sort of goodnight before she would head back down to another part of the house. The hours were very long sometimes, and others there weren't. It all depended on what was going on, projects and the like, or if something had gone wrong somewhere or not.

No one else would likely be coming by to disturb Rabbit and those ducklings.

A quick glance over his shoulder- "N-night, Bunny," before the 'bot was back to watching his curled up ducklings rest. Even if there was going to be some yelling and general disappoint tomorrow morning, at least the babies would be reunited with their parents and have lots of fun duckling stories to tell the others about their trip inside Walter Manor.

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