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He wanted to stay by her, but instead Pluto went over to bother PJ, hoping up and trying to lick him while sniffing all of his stuff. The crash almost hurt, but she couldn’t pull the pillow any closer to her head with suffocating herself. “Everything is so sharp.” She said in a whisper, though she was sure she was speaking in a normal tone. “Everything so loud, so bright. It almost hurts.” Her arms and neck had slowly started to gain hair as she became stressed, though it wasn’t quite at the level of fur. She finally sat up, rubbing her eyes and looking at PJ. “Sorry. Yeah, I’ll look at them.” She said, eyes squinting as she grabbed the first book off the top.

"Everything is so...What?"

He noted the extra body hair, but he also remembered you don't comment on people's shaving stuff. He nodded, sitting down to let Pluto lick him and rubbing the robo-dog's back. 

"It's the blueprints...Ah, whatever." He shrugged, playfully making faces at the dog.

Pluto got up and began barking when he heard someone knock on the door. He got up and scratched at it like he usually did, excited for someone to play with. Marie pulled the pillow down closer, his barks extremely loud in her ears. "Come in!" She said as loudly as she could, which wasn't much louder than a soft speaking voice. Pluto stopped barking and scratching, going back over to lay by her.

Pluto! He smiled and with permission opened the door, and almost dropped everything in his arms. Well he did drop everything in his arms.

"Uh...Sorry Marie."

He bent down to pick it back up, stealing a glance at the girl.

"Hey...You okay?" he quirked a brow as he started stacking the books on the coffee table. 

"If You Love Them, Set Them Free." Aaron Jasinski.

Let it go

Marie flopped onto the couch , pulling a pillow up on top of her head. She had never had such a painful day of work. The machines that were usually nothing more than background noise were blaring in her ears, and she felt like she was going to go deaf. Everything was so bright and in detail that it was almost impossible to focus on any one thing for more than a few seconds. Pluto came over and laid down besides the couch, confused as to what was happening. She could hear every gear move on him as he walked, every time he sniffed or made even the slightest sound. She held the pillow tighter to her head, hoping maybe she could cancel out the sound and light until the magic was over.

PJ knocked on the girl's door.

"Yo Marie? I have your books back. And I drew some schematics if you could look at the for me..."

He had a few large books and blue rolled up blueprints under his arms. Of course-he hardly read the text-mainly focusing on the pictures and diagrams. Not a big reader.

"I know what ye’ mean, but the point is that I’m metal. I don’t exactly understand how alcohol even buzzes me." He chuckled, tapping his toe on the floor.

"Uh...Does it buzz you?" He asked curiously. He knows it buzzes Brass.

"Depends on your make, dude. But it could be a psychological reaction-like you know it's suppose to buzz you and then your programming initiates a mimicry on that. But robot-designed-alcohol like special gasoline and whatnot just kind of...Energizes or calms your systems-I think. I dunno."

He scratched the back of his head, smiling slightly as he got a rootbeer in the line he was standing in-and another drink he handed to Al.

"I didn't mean alcohol, though. Unless you wanted alcohol. That's some  robot sarsaparilla Jimmy likes." He frowned a bit. "Sorry, can you digest robot food and drinks-or can your systems only handle water?" 

He forgot not everyone is built to accommodate such things.

"Nothing much. I actually came by to visit you but, since you weren’t home, I took a walk. And then this carriage came along and here we are," she replied, readjusting the baby on her lap. She kissed his head and smiled at PJ. 

"Technically no. He’s mine," she said fondly. "I wanted you to meet him. This is Ryder, my son." 

"Huh...Some walk..." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry, I moved out of that place, I must of forgot to send you a text about it." He smiled apologetically.

PJ arched a brow at the child. "Wow...Hello Ryder." He awkwardly waved at the infant, smiling a bit more. 

"Congrats, Shojo." The young man nodded to her.

Open RP

"PJ?"

Of all people, Shojo had come aboard the carriage and she was understandably surprised to find, of all people, PJ on there with her. She looked more mature since they last met but still wore that same striped shirt of hers. But by far the most interesting thing was that she had a baby with her.

"Hey, PJ. You awake?" she asked, gently shaking his arm. The baby in her arms giggled behind his pacifier.

He opened one eye sleepily. Then stirred more and rubbed his eye.

"Oh...Hey Shojo. Sup?" Somehow he seemed unphased she was here. Very calm. Good nap.

He looked at the baby and smiled a bit, but the smile faded. "Babysitting?"