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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Feb 16, 2012 15:40:42 GMT -5
Ivan was a little surprised that Allison offered to carry the bags for Jin, but at the same time, he wasn't entirely surprised considering Allison was always so helpful. He smiled slightly at her kind gesture. Yong Soo and he picked well when they purchased her. Okay, that was somewhat of a lie. She was merely the first one the salesman showed them and they lucked out when they activated her that they didn't get some bimbo that wouldn't shut up. She talked a lot, but she was willing to learn and meant well.
Jin, however, turned her down, citing rudeness at the very idea. Well, he had a point. With a nod, Ivan held out his arms, silently offering to take the heavy bags for the smaller bot. Sure, he was the only human and therefore was in the role of the one being served, however, he was more than willing to help them out. He wasn't decrepit, just a bit rusty. Hopefully Allison wouldn't take offense at him giving Jin a hand. The eggs would be in safe hands from the horrible scallions, Jin could rest assured. |
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Post by Allison Jones on Feb 16, 2012 19:47:47 GMT -5
Allie pouted a little bit when her offer was turned down. While she may be a lady, she was quite strong! She was a bot, after all! But she couldn’t keep her pout up for long when Jin began talking about saving the eggs. It was just so silly and cute that she burst into a fit of giggles, not even minding it when Ivan offered to carry some bags. She had known that Jin could be somewhat sarcastic but she had no idea that he was so funny, too!
After calming down, she went over to Ivan, making sure that he didn’t carry too many bags. Sure, he wasn’t handicapped or anything (aside from his eye) but he walked slow and had bad knees! It was her job to make sure that he was okay! She was his bot and would do what she could to protect him.
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Post by jin on Feb 17, 2012 22:13:52 GMT -5
Jin tilted his head in confusion at Allison’s giggles, wondering what he’d said that was so funny to her. Protecting eggs was super serious business!
He was surprised when Ivan offered to help him carry his groceries, effectively scrambling the way the bot/human partnership was supposed to work. What made things even more confusing was that he wasn’t even Ivan’s bot. ...Maybe the standard rules didn’t apply? Even if they did, Jin wasn’t about to say ‘no’ to the same human twice in one day. Before he could manage to protest, Ivan had taken the heavier of the two bags; specifically, the one with the eggs and butter.
“Thank you, I guess,” Jin nodded, now able to hold the lighter bag with both hands. “If it becomes too much of a burden on you, please don’t hesitate to give them back to me.”
The last thing he needed was to cause some sort of friction between Ivan and his owner – as much as he disliked the man, he knew that Arthur’s business would lose a large chunk of its revenue if things were to go sour. As a bot, he couldn’t take responsibility for his mistakes, leaving his owner with the blame – that would only make Arthur’s opinion of him even lower than it already was. |
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Feb 19, 2012 18:34:58 GMT -5
Ivan kind of shrugged as he took the bulk of the bags. He was more than alright with carrying these. Allison needn't worry, he reasoned. He wasn't weak, having still maintained some of his strength from his army days. Granted, he wasn't almost obscenely strong like he used to be, but he could still carry a relatively average adult in his arms without too terribly much trouble for a little ways, though in a few years, that probably wouldn't be the case. There was no way he could even carry someone his own weight anymore, age and lack of exercise having caught up with him. Really, though, these bags were perfectly fine as long as he wasn't expected to run with them.
Still, it would never cease to amaze him how much Allison worried for him, despite that... rather being her job. That was part of why he didn't want a bot babysitter initially because he didn't want someone doting all over him, but he was starting to get used to it. Ivan accepted that... it was just kind of in her programming, and, in her own way, it was kind of endearing.
"Is no worry, дорогуша, I can carry these~" Ivan hummed, starting to walk in the direction he knew Jin's home to be. He'd been to Arthur's place many times and he was one of the few people he could actually say he was probably friends with and at the very least, they were colleagues who got on pretty well. Yong Soo, in fact, regularly used Jin to test out new upgrade designs on... or at least he used to. Ivan wasn't sure so much if that was still the case considering he saw a little bit less of his son these days now that Allison was in their home. At least they were a happy bunch of misfits.
Luckily though, they weren't too terribly far from Arthur's home if Ivan remembered correctly, which he should. Allison would probably need to know the way there anyway since trips between the two homes were relatively frequent. |
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Post by Allison Jones on Feb 21, 2012 21:55:51 GMT -5
Allie smiled brightly at Jin, hoping that she hadn’t offended the other bot with her laughter. She hadn’t meant to, after all, but Jin was just being so funny right now! Walking over to Ivan, she made sure that he had all the bags under control before they started to walk. If need be, she would grab some of the bags from her owner or Jin if either of them needed any help, though it looked like they were both doing alright.
So, she simply hugged her shopping bag close to her chest and walked alongside them, wondering how far away Jin lived. In her head, she pulled up a map of the Western Sector and started marking their path, just in case she would ever need to return here. After all, it seemed as though her owner and Jin’s owner worked together, so it would be rather likely that they would need to go to each other’s homes.
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Post by jin on Feb 25, 2012 0:11:02 GMT -5
Though Jin felt that it was his duty to bring the group back to his owner's estate, the bot said nothing as Ivan lead the way, knowing better than to try and show up a human. He kept his head down and counted the number of sidewalk cracks they passed, adding the total to his list of 'Trivial Things to Know Just In Case'.
He noticed that Ivan had taken a right whereas Jin would have normally taken a left, mentally marking it on his internal GPS just in case a situation called for this alternative route. Perhaps a riot was blocking the usual streets, or a long procession of elephants.
The small bot looked up with blank eyes as they neared a modest looking house - still quite large by normal standards, but 'modest' in comparison to the other residencies in the Western Sector.
"You have reached your destination," Jin chimed, pointing at Arthur's home before quickly regaining his hold on the groceries. "Thank you for helping me with my stuff...I was actually planning to make multiple trips there, if necessary. Now I'll have more time to..."
Sit there like a display ornament and attract dust.
"...relax." |
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Feb 25, 2012 17:48:31 GMT -5
Ivan still felt silly being fussed over by Allison. He knew it was kind of her job, but still, he liked feeling like he wasn't as old as the hills. Really, he wasn't even forty yet! He was just... a bit more banged up than most people his age. A few more dents here and there, some added scratches. That just meant he'd been hardy and well used- no, maybe not that last one. That could mean other things which were not quite the case. Still, Ivan didn't think Allison really needed to worry about him all that much.
Luckily, Ivan had been to Arthur's house many times before, so neither the building nor the path he took were new to him. It did strike him as interesting that while Ivan lived in a penthouse, his colleague lived in a literal house. Personal preferences probably. That was what he chalked it up to.
He paused when Jin announced they'd arrived. He wasn't exactly surprised, but he did rather know where they were anyway. Allison probably wouldn't have known without being told, so at any rate, he didn't mind the announcement. "O-oh..." he mumbled when Jin took back the groceries. Ivan wouldn't have minded carrying them inside for him so everything, especially the eggs, got into storage safely. Then again, Arthur might not appreciate him visiting randomly. So... on second thought, this was for the best.
"If you are sure, дорогуша," he said, brightening a bit, "I am glat to haff helpt."
He turned a bit to look back at Allison who hadn't really had much to do since they purchased the dress for her. He tilted his head to the side a bit quizzically, wondering if she was ready to walk back home now. |
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Post by Allison Jones on Feb 27, 2012 0:33:25 GMT -5
Allie was still quiet, making sure that she had correctly marked the route to Jin’s home in case she ever needed to find her way there. Once she had marked the route, she stood still as Ivan transferred the groceries back to Jin. She wanted to suggest that they help him inside, that she could easily carry all the groceries, but Ivan didn’t seem to want to go inside, so she kept silent. It wasn’t until a few moments of silence passed between the three of them that Allie actually looked up at her owner and noticed him staring at her.
“A-Ah, I’m sorry, Mister Ivan! I wasn’t paying attention. I hope you’re not upset!” Smiling nervously, she watched Ivan, hoping that her owner wasn’t upset with her spacing out. Honestly, she didn’t know why she had but she hoped that Ivan wouldn’t mind. “Are you ready to go home?”
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Post by jin on Feb 27, 2012 0:52:00 GMT -5
Jin balanced the bags on his sizable hips as he typed in the passcode for the front door, wobbling a bit as it slid open. He placed the groceries carefully on the marble floor, slipping off his shoes and stepping barefoot into the foyer. For some reason, this practice came off as a bit odd to certain people, though he personally couldn't understand why someone would want to track dirt into a house.
A greyish smoke wafted through the air and out the door, setting off an inner notice in the bot's system.
"Oh...it's dinner time. Would you like me to ask daddy if you two can stay over? I think he's baking jellied eel pie today," Jin said, looking the happiest he'd been the whole day. "We always have leftovers, so you might even get to take some home; exciting, right?" |
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Feb 27, 2012 2:00:47 GMT -5
Ivan was a bit concerned that Allison would ever think he was upset over something like that. No, she was family, not one of his drones. Then again, she didn't know that. Drones were disposable and he had many. He rarely ever was involved in his work directly anymore. Yong Soo was a special case. Since he himself had not cyberized Allison, she was surely converted by one of his many drones. They rarely screamed. He quickly shook his head to push the thought away. "Off course I am not upset, Солнышко~"
Just as he put his hand on her shoulder to start the walk home, he heard Jin's voice call out to them from the door. Ivan looked over his own shoulder at the young bot. "Hm?" He wasn't sure if he'd exactly heard that correctly. He couldn't have honestly meant Arthur's cooking. That would have been... okay if it had just been Ivan. He had taught himself to be able to eat most anything due to what the military considered quality food. Arthur was not the world's best cook but Ivan could handle his food. Allison, on the other hand, had not yet become acquainted with his colleague's... less than refined palate. He didn't want to have to replace her already and, truthfully, Ivan had gotten somewhat attached to her presence in his household.
"No thank you, дорогуша," he hummed cheerfully, giving the young bot a wave. "Not this time~ До свидания~"
(( До свидания = Goodbye/farewell Lit. = Until we meet again )) |
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Post by Allison Jones on Feb 28, 2012 0:48:02 GMT -5
At the mention of food, Allie was quite curious to try it out. Until she heard what it was and saw the smoke coming out of the house. Well, that didn’t seem… good. While she didn’t know many recipes yet, Allie was learning and she liked to watch Yong Soo cook, so she knew that smoke meant something was burning and that would never taste good… She briefly worried about the status of Jin’s owner’s tastebuds until she felt Ivan’s hand on her shoulder.
“Are we going home, Mister Ivan?” The thought of home seemed much nicer than stepping into the house with eel pies and smoke, although she would never tell Jin that. “It was very nice to meet you, Jin! I hope we can become good friends over time!” Allie smiled brightly at the younger bot before moving ever so slightly closer to Ivan.
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Post by jin on Feb 28, 2012 0:58:24 GMT -5
Jin pouted slightly, somewhat offended that Ivan had denied such a courteous invitation into the Kirkland estate. Ah well, Arthur had always told him that people who didn't appreciate his cooking just had underdeveloped taste buds. That must have been it... They were too primitive to understand the complex flavours of his owner's cooking!
...And now he felt sorry for them.
"I'll see you two later then," Jin nodded, expression devoid of any and all of his former disappointment. "Have a safe walk home; please don't forget to feed the pigeons or they will die."
With that...odd advice, the bot closed the door, locking it from the inside and sealing it with the security code. He took a deep breath and entered the kitchen with one of the grocery bags in tow. |
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