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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 21, 2012 1:07:34 GMT -5
When Ivan pulled his hand away, Allie almost started to panic again when suddenly, she felt herself being picked up by Ivan, despite her new, larger frame. She instantly wrapped her arms around Ivan’s neck and buried her face in his bathrobe, sniffling softly. Despite everything that had happened up to this point, a small part of her still felt incredibly happy to be held like this by Ivan. She just wished that it could have been under better circumstances…
Blushing a little and keeping her face hidden against Ivan’s shoulder until she felt calm enough, she listened to the others talk about clothing. It really would be a good idea to get some clothes… Jin was wandering around naked and Allie was simply in a bedsheet and while that didn’t really bother either bot, it would probably be awkward for Ivan and anyone else who might visit, like Jin’s easily angered owner…
“Thank you,” she said softly, finally looking up at Ivan with a tiny smile.
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 21, 2012 1:31:43 GMT -5
Ivan didn't really understand why Al was suddenly clinging to him. He didn't exactly mind, he just found it kind of odd. Why was Al always so attached to him, gender being irrelevant? Ivan just filed it away as something related to bot ownership. Oh well, at least if Al was clinging to him, it would be easier to get him out of the room without a fuss and into some clothes that would keep him decent until Yong Soo turned Al back into the gentle-ish Allison that they had originally purchased together.
At the suggestion of leaving because Yong Soo wanted to... potentially-offensive-verb Jin's new female body, Ivan tried to maintain his usual face, but one eyebrow found itself higher regardless. Maybe Yong Soo was more interested in... things than he'd initially thought. Well, Ivan certainly wasn't a prude, he just didn't really see it coming. "Oh..." With a nod, he figured it would be best to probably... leave Yong Soo and Lady Jin to their business... and pray that Arthur never ever found out that any of this happened.
Hurrying out of the room with Al still in his arms, Ivan tried to close the door behind him once in the hallway. It didn't quite work since his hands were more or less full, but it was closed enough for him to shuffle down the hallway back towards his own room. Luckily, he'd left his own door open when he'd made his half-mad dash down the hall earlier to see what all of the commotion had been. Sliding into the room, he set Al down on the bed, sheet toga and all, before going over to his wardrobe. There had to be something in here he could wear. |
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Post by jin on Mar 21, 2012 1:43:31 GMT -5
“Just making sure,” she replied, finally pulling on something that covered her chest. Maybe now Ivan would actually look in their direction again.
Jin’s eyes widened when she heard Yong Soo mentioned further testing, a bright blush crossing her cheeks as she gave the Korean bot an indignant glare. He installed those parts too?! Like, they actually worked? How much time did this guy spend planning all this out? ...She didn’t really need an answer to that question, come to think of it.
The young bot turned back to the other pair and waved a bit as they left, wondering how Ivan’s 'meh' clothes would look on Al(lie)’s new body. His prospects were good, considering he made that bed sheet look like something out of Monsieur Bonnefoy’s seasonal catalogues. Her mind drifted back to what Yong Soo had said, wondering if he was being serious or if he just wanted the other two to leave... Surely he knew the consequences that would occur if Arthur ever found out?
...Then again, would she really tell him? It would be near sinful for her not to, but... Ooh, why was this even an issue? Of course she had to tell him, but...maybe soften it…somehow? Jin really didn’t want to see Yong Soo dismantled...or castrated. That bit was directed at Ivan anyway. Dismemberment always was. It was like, an inside joke except she wasn’t joking that time.
Or ever.
“...For real?” she asked as soon as they left, wondering if there was even a point in pulling on the boxers. “Like, like, for really real? Dude, you better be wearing a surge protector before you plug in.”
That awkward moment when you lose your virginity while currently modified to be of the opposite gender. Yikes.
“...Kiku is still in here, by the by,” she reminded him (and herself), successfully masking the tinge of disappointment in her voice. |
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Post by minty on Mar 21, 2012 4:06:52 GMT -5
Kiku's fingers twitched around the feather duster he was holding. He froze when the male-turned-female bot mentioned his name and, for some reason, the army of dust bunnies that were previously out for his blood (technically red oil) chose that moment to beat a hasty retreat.
Could it have been an omen for an impending greater danger?
With the room's other two occupants gone, the short silence filled by Jin's words seemed to amplify the awkward air that hung about them. Now it seemed, the hidey hole from whence the Asian bot wanted to escape from became the very place he wanted to escape to. There was no way for Kiku to be sure how far Ivan and the blonde bot had gone and he sure as hell did not want to end up bumping into them in the hallway. Not after all the trouble it took to stay hidden in the first place.
Now where did those dust bunnies go?
Kiku looked around to find that the little hairballs have all but completely disappeared and he wondered if he could follow them somehow. Maybe if he pushed at the wall hard enough it would give way and he could run away into Narnia or something.
Just please don't make him come out to face them now.
"A-anou, I promise to stay very quiet. It wo-would be like I'm not here?", his mouth blurted the words before he had the chance to consider them.
Wait what? NO! That wasn't what he wanted to say at all! He most certainly did NOT want to be in this room when that happened. Well it was a shame he didn't have his camer-- er... a shame there didn't seem to be a way out of this awkward mess, short of shutting down, that is.
"I'm an idiot," Kiku whispered and he breathed out yet another frustrated sigh while smacking himself in the face with the pillow.
What had he ever done to get himself into situations like these? Did karma even apply to bots? |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 21, 2012 23:30:08 GMT -5
Ivan really could be gentle when he wanted to. Allie always brought out the giant teddy bear side in the sometimes imposing man. “I promise we’ll keep it down~” Yong Soo grinned, waving as Ivan carried Allie out of the room, Prince Charming style. Once the door was closed, Yong Soo flopped down on the bed and sighed.
“I don’t know whether I should be happy he bought that so easily or depressed he doesn’t know me that well.” Yong Soo smiled and tugged Jin over for another cuddle. “No offense Jin, but my love for bots is merely circuit deep. Not to mention Captain K would kill me if he found out I downloaded my OS into your system. Well, he’d probably kill me for this too. But this is reversible. Not to mention I’m not ruining your purity just by changing your skin. We should probably keep up the illusion though. How about jumping up and down on the bed and making happy noises?”
Hearing Kiku’s quiet murmur from under the bed, Yong Soo laughed. “I knew you had some perverted programs inside you. Do you wanna hear us get it on? Do the banana rama?” He teased.
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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 21, 2012 23:58:42 GMT -5
Clinging to Ivan as he carried her from the room, Allie glanced back at the other bots, confused. What were they talking about? It didn’t really make much sense to her, but she would have to ask about it later. Maybe Ivan would tell her what they had been talking about! She smiled a little bit at Ivan, glad that he was still being so gentle with her, despite her new body.
As they made their way into Ivan’s room, Allie reluctantly let go of him as she was set down on the bed and she watched as he looked through his wardrobe. The big thing was full of suits and sweaters that Ivan normally wore and she wondered if any of these would actually fit her. Oh well, she would find a way to make the clothes stylish.
“Ivan…? What was Yong Soo talking about when we left?”
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 22, 2012 0:43:41 GMT -5
Ivan absently hummed a familiar tune to himself as he started to sort through the large wardrobe. Some of the sweaters were sized to be a bit snug on him. It wasn't like he owned many of the fashionable clothes his long-time colleague and sort of friend was known to design. Ivan had never been one for high-fashion. If it was comfortable and not hideous, he was alright with it. He pulled out a dark grey one with a tight-knit. He would have given Al a lavender one, but it wouldn't go as well on him, he didn't think. Ivan folded the item over his arm and start digging around for a proper pair of pants for his bot.
Pulling out some black slacks to check the size tag, he paused and looked over his shoulder at Al. Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head to the side. What did he wa- Oh. Ivan really would rather not explain what was actually being talked about earlier... for which they'd left the room. It was something he tended to not want to really think about. "Was nothink, Солнышкo, not worry about it~" Hopefully that was enough of an explanation. |
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Post by jin on Mar 22, 2012 0:51:36 GMT -5
Jin blushed, embarrassed for thinking the other was being serious, even for a moment. She nodded numbly at the explanations that followed, feeling a growing hole in the area where humans kept their stomachs, a slight smirk on her face the whole time. Made sense, though...all that stuff she’d said about Arthur was a lie – she had no clue whether he would care, he didn’t even know about half of the things Jin had done outside of the house. She’d never breathed a word about the modifications, and he was never there to listen anyway.
All of it was just a...a...
“Well, duh,” Jin laughed quietly, averting her gaze and focusing on a scrunched up pile of blankets just beyond his head. “You didn’t actually think I thought you were being serious, right? I mean...” her eyes dulled, “why would you bother? Might as well fuck the toaster.”
She pushed herself roughly from Yong Soo and moved to the other side of the bed, keeping her eyes away from his and pressing down on the mattress with both hands. He said to make it seem like they were doing something, right? Sounded like an order to her – she was good at following those. Working made the tight feeling in her chest go away – it didn’t matter who she was working for, anyone would do. It made her useful, working – there wasn’t any room to think about anything else. Jin got to her feet and jumped up a bit, just enough to make the bed sag inwards and creak a bit.
“Oh...” she moaned, slowly slipping a bit of the blanket over the edge. Maybe she could work on cheering Kiku up. A two part project – how exciting. |
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Post by minty on Mar 22, 2012 2:12:47 GMT -5
Kiku was scrabbling at the wall by then, desperately searching for whatever witchcraft the dust bunnies used to disappear so suddenly. That door to Narnia, where was it? (Looking for it in the closet would have made more sense but that was too mainstream)
The bed started shaking, the mattress sinking with the weight of the two bodies occupying it. Oh God, he deeply regretted leaving the safety of his dim little closet now.
Kiku shuffled to the edge of his hiding spot and risked peeking into the world outside. Hands still clutching the pillow and the feather duster as if they were his only salvation, the bot could already feel the onset of the dreaded system glitch so he figured he might as well push his luck by coming out and saying,
"W-wait, I thought you said you weren't s-seriou-"
He got a suggestive moan in reply.
Finally emerging from under the bed like a timid turtle, Kiku shot towards the door and flattened himself against it, straining his audio sensors to pick up any indication that the two who just left were anywhere nearby. He did not dare look anywhere else though for fear of what else he might find.
"Maybe I should just leave you two alone here the-", he fumbled with the doorknob, turning slowly with the regretful need to address them both properly before making his escape.
Only to find that, instead of the horror he'd been expecting to see, the other two were simply-
well, they were...
Well, that most certainly is not the way it's usually done, now is it?
"Um, wh-what are you doing?"
When Yong Soo had been teasing him earlier about jumping up and down on the bed, he didn't think he meant it literall-
"Oh," Kiku's face did a wonderful impersonation of a ripe tomato as the realization hit him.
"Oh." |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 23, 2012 0:06:41 GMT -5
That sounded almost like Jin was hurt by his words. It was like kicking a puppy. A very human mechanical puppy that was wearing his clothes and wearing a hurt expression that seemed way more convincing than it should for a preprogrammed facial movements. But still, he should say something to consol him... her. It would be awkward and depressing if Jin was acting depressed. It couldn’t possibly take much to make him feel better, right?
“Fucking a toaster would be painful.”
He really needed to work on his brain to mouth filter. It seemed to never work.
“Besides, it’s not that sleeping with you would be a bad thing. It’d be awesome up until the point where Captain K finds out and has me castrated in a way that no surgery or mod could fix. Or dismantled. I think I might like the dismantling better than castration. Or maybe castration would be better. It’s not like I really use it more than I need to anyway. At least not for things like that. One part not working would be better than no parts working.” Or parts that were perfectly fine and whole but because they couldn’t get the signals from the brain because the spine was cruched like bread crumbs and didn’t move and were worthless and may as well be broken and-
Jumping on the bed, Yong Soo let out a theatrical moan. “Yep, totes kidding Kiku. No sexy times is happening on my bed. Sheets are a bitch to wash.”
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Post by Allison Jones on Mar 23, 2012 0:14:40 GMT -5
Allie watched as Ivan went through his wardrobe, trying to pick out clothes that would fit her new body. As she was handed a gray sweater, she sighed inwardly, wishing that Ivan had more… fashionable clothing for her to wear. Oh well, she would have to make do for the time being. Pushing the sheets down to her waist, making sure they were secure so they wouldn’t slip off, Allie pulled the sweater over her head and was surprised to find that it almost fit it. Well, it fit her better than it would have in her regular body, even if she was still somewhat drowning in it.
As she waited for Ivan to pick out some pants, she asked her question and wasn’t exactly happy with the answer she had gotten. How was it nothing? It seemed to have slightly embarrassed Ivan, so that must mean it was something! “But Ivan, it sounded weird! I wanna know what Yong Soo meant!”
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Post by Ivan Braginsky on Mar 23, 2012 22:25:35 GMT -5
Oh, god, Al was asking questions. Ivan didn't want to have to tell him about this kind of thing. He didn't want Yong Soo telling him either, but that wasn't the point. It was just better that she didn't know. It wasn't that such things were bad or that he didn't want her to know... it was just awkward to talk about and he didn't know if Yong Soo would really give him the full story. He trusted Yong Soo, he just didn't know how qualified he was in explaining this type of thing. Al could have the next best thing: ignorance.
"Is nothink at all, Солнышкo," he said, handing her the pants to match the sweater. "Is just somethink people who loff each other very much do~" He patted Al's shoulder before looking away, satisfied with his own explanation. "Now just... go get dresset~" With that order, he forced himself to shuffle out of the room into the hallway for propriety's sake. |
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Post by jin on Mar 23, 2012 22:48:27 GMT -5
“It would be,” she nodded, still not looking at him. “But you’d get a nice crispy tan on all sides at least.”
Oh, he was rambling about his balls again – good grief. Jin had noticed though, after having spent so much time with Yong Soo (voluntarily or not), that he tended to go off on tangents when trying talk his way around something. Like, what did humans call those things? ‘Personal demons’ or something? She glanced back at him, wondering why on earth a bot would have such things. Then again, Yong Soo was ‘special’ according to Ivan. ...Or maybe he was just weird. Either explanation was completely feasible.
A black blur dashed from under the bed towards the door, and as Jin tried very hard not to smile at the poor confused Kiku, a heavy bounce from Yong Soo sent her falling back onto her shapely rear. Thanks to the extra padding, she was completely unscathed. Huzzah. Blowing her bangs from her face, Jin looked between the two other bots and raised a thoughtful eyebrow.
“Huh…three Asians, one bed – you know, some people would pay a lot to see this,” she said matter-of-factly. “Want to jump with us Kiku? Break in Yong Soo’s new mattress? If Mister Braginsky comes back, we’ll say you appeared as soon as Yong Soo plugged in. Bot birth, right, right? ...Though you don’t really look like either of us, so maybe that plan’s a fail...”
Or would it be? What did Ivan know about bots anyway? |
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Post by minty on Mar 24, 2012 0:30:22 GMT -5
Still standing and looking perplexedly at the other two like they've just sprouted extra heads (at this point, he would not even discount the possibility of that happening), Kiku's processors had to work overtime to catch up with the conversation's seemingly illogical movement from committing the unmentionable to bot childbirth.
Was that even possible?
"I don't think that would be we are able to- uh," he tried to come up with something to reply with but his efforts were in vain. There just was no catching up to the younger generation nowadays, it seemed.
"My back..." he reached behind himself to rub at the very same spot that had been previously 'attacked' while he was hiding under the bed, "I don't think-", and he faltered again at the mention of the possibility of the Russian returning and waved the feather duster around in frustration.
"No thank you," he finally found the words he was looking for.
"IF he does come back, I think I ought to hide again, don't you?" he asked uncertainly.
Lame reply is lame. I am sorry. OTL |
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Post by yongsoo on Mar 24, 2012 1:23:20 GMT -5
“I already have a tan all over. Bits would be like, charred black if I did that.” The conversation kept seeming to loop back to the destruction of his netherbits.
Yong Soo paused at Jin’s words. “...If we plug in a webcam, we could make some big bucks off of it. Dress down to our skivvies and add in a pillow fight. That way, if Ivan comes in, he’ll be too shocked by the image of us in girl’s underthings to ask any questions. The baby bot theory would only work for a couple of hours though. Then eventually he’ll come to his senses and point out that A: bots can’t have babies, and B: if we did, Kiku’d be like a baby and not complaining about being old. The only thing that would work to our advantage is that we all look Asian, therefore we can not be told apart even though we are all different heights and one of us were on fire.”
Yong Soo flopped back on the bed, all thoughts of fake sex leaving him. Hopefully Allie’d have calmed down enough for her curious nature to take over. If he were right, there was no way Allie was gonna let Ivan get out of a birds and the beesesque conversation.
“Sound good Kiku. Duck and cover. Be the ninja of the night and don’t let the enemy spot you.” He saluted.
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