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“I’d love to.” He replied hoping the streets lost their business from the earlier outing as getting across the street took more than a couple tries with the high speed traffic.
“Where would you like to go?” Maxilum asked curiously wondering if she’d even choose to walk in the city. A women of her fame and beauty drew attention regardless of what atmosphere she entered. Maxilum finished packing the food and other comforts away hoping that it’d be the last trip to the store for a while. He maintained this odd smile he’d managed to start doing when he was pleased. He felt that any form of emotion showing looked bizarre on him, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. It happened involuntarily.
Rose sort of just, stared at him. His job to be her friend? Usually, she would have blushed when his hand brushed her cheek, but instead abruptly sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them against her. "It isn't your job to be my friend," she told him, both angry and hurt. Was she really that pathetic?
Rose wanted to be angry at him, she wanted to be able to stay mad so badly. But she couldn't find the will to do so, not with him being so kind to her, even though she had practically just pushed him away. The poke to her nose caused her to cross her eyes, it was instinct, and she had to press her fingers to her temple when she got dizzy. Another side effect from her inability to sleep, she got dizzy way too often and she had a headache almost all the time. Though as soon as she could see straight again, she dropped her hand, hoping Michael would leave it at that. "I-, uh. Michael, you don't have to work on being my friend." She managed, scooting over a bit and patting the spot beside her, so that he could sit by her. "And stop touching my hair, I probably look like a mess."
"If I recall, some interns at the photoshoot were speaking of a new book shop." She paused, "That is, if you're interested. We don't have to stop by.." She rubbed the back of her neck with her left hand while she reached over the couch for the remote with her right. She turned off the TV, tidying up the area before leaning against the couch with a sly grin.
"We'll leave.. maybe in 30 minutes. I suggest you get some of that rest I was requesting for."
"That sounds very wonderful actually." He replied with a smile, "Thank you. I shouldn't be too long resting up. I won't make us late." He assured before turning toward the room he'd been given. He smiled with a fond excitement upon entering his modest room. Shutting the door he slipped his jacket off, pulled his shirt up, and inserted a plug into his upper right shoulder. All of this done in only a few seconds and in what could appear to be one motion. Upon seeing Diana, Maxilum felt intimidated, and attempted to be as human as possible, but alone in the sanctity of his own room Maxilum let the gears grind and read his boring math text books at alarming speeds. While waiting to charge he'd occasionally look down at his watch to assure that he wouldn't be late.
Rose playfully rolled her eyes, running her fingers through her hair and trying to put the hair- he had obviously seen out of place -back. "How about..." she chewed on her bottom lip a moment, trying to think. "How about I help you make eggs?" Even though he was sort of meant to do these things for her, she would still feel strange actually letting him. "I mean, you can make them and I'll just do whatever you tell me too." Which might not be much since if it could be burnt, she would burn it. "If you don't mind, that is."
Lora watched as Nina went to change the time. She cocked her head to the side, letting her blue hair fall in front of her face, before pushing it back behind her ear and heading towards the fridge. "Cereal?" Lora said, performing her almost mono-tone voice into a question. She smiled at the outcome. She grabbed the milk out of the fridge before heading to the pantry and getting out what looked like a morning meal. She poured the contents into the bowl - white puffy looking rice - pouring milk all over it. It made a popping noise. Lora raised her eye brows at the popping breakfast. "Rice bubbles!" She smiled at the magical foods box. She found a spoon for Nina to use and took the bowl over to her after she finished resetting the clock. She went to return the items back to their places before sitting at the dining table.
"What are we doing today, Nina?" Lora asked, smiling at her friend. "Is there school today? Lora didn't pay much attention to time, almost as little as everybody else around her did. They all just moved with the gist of things, like it was automatic. Just because Lora was an android, didn't mean she was fixated to everybody's schedule - especially Nina's. It was sometimes unpredictable, however, her individually never really changed but her mood swings that occurred, sometimes, entertained Lora. Humans were so much more interesting than androids. Lora knew that her own personality was to grow, but whether or not herself would notice, she couldn't tell. She seemed to be lacking that kind of intelligence. She found the more she thought about it, the less she understood and the more she wanted to find her creator to understand things. Her only conclusion was to learn like the humans do - live day to day life.
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Rissien L'Regge
Sighing, Rissien crossed his arms over his chest, analysing the frantic android in front of him who was babbling out nonsense. He frowned, almost smirked before composing himself. "How about I clean the house for you? Or make you a meal? Anything you want - I'll do," The 'droid stated. Rissien raised his eye brows, pursing his lips and nodding.
"So, you're one of these...robots. I mean androids," Rissien stated skeptically. "A maid, of sorts," He classified. He sighed, feeling defeated. The android was truely remarkable. So human like, it was surreal. There was attitude and personality present in the androids voice, and determination. Kind of. But there was definitely personality. The android seemed to be skittish, shy almost. Afraid to disappoint. Rissien mulled it around in his head for a moment or two before sighing again and placing his hands back by his sides.
"My name is Rissien, I am your owner, and the owner of this hotel that you're currently standing in," He explained. His voice was warm and friendly, as if he were addressing anybody else, besides the odd fact of saying 'I am your owner'. He smiled at the android, holding out his hand for her to shake in a greeting. But no response was performed. He frowned, but the expression passed quickly. "I'll show you around, firstly to my receptionist and then I guess I'll tell you of your...duties. Although, I wasn't exactly expecting a...maid," Rissien pursed his lips together, looking at the android, Scarlet, up and down. "Anything you need, clothes, batteries, uh, anything you androids need, let me know," Rissien turned to walk towards the receptionist, looking at Scarlet to watch her follow.
Michael beamed. "Oh wow really???" His eyes widened and sparkled almost in the same way a persons did. "That's amazing! I really am lucky!" Michael smiled at Rose. "I mean... When they told us we were being sent to owners I kinda worried we'd be like slaves... But your so nice Rose your really like... A friend instead of an owner... That makes me happy... I don't think I'd be a good slave... A-And I don't want my personality reset! EVER!!!" Panic filled Michael's voice as he thought about it. A personality reset was literally having all emotions wiped clean and them being manually selected...
But by what Michael had been told in the case of a reset because the android kept all the memories they often defected because it was like there was still another person in there body... Or sometimes instead of deleting correctly the old personality would stay and haunt the new one... But what scared Michael was the thought of not being himself... You see none of the robots were programmed with a set personality... They were all awakened and then spent a week or two or more simply walking about learning and also developing there own personality so as to make them unique. Some like Michael became curious, hyper active and child like... But while he was there he saw many other personalities...
Roselyn hadn't expected him to be so excited about it. Then again, she also hadn't expected an android to appear so human, or for him to still be sitting by her when she woke up. She hadn't even expected herself to ask if she could help him make food. Really, the whole entire morning had gone much differently than she thought it would have. Though she couldn't say it wasn't a pleasant change, since she had mostly seen the morning as her meeting a metal, uncaring, and probably scary maid-like-thing. Instead she met a really nice android, still metal but she'd like to think he had a heart somewhere in there.
"Come on," Rose tilted her head towards the kitchen, pushing herself off the couch and then holding her hand out for Michael to take. "We might want to find a first aid kit first, it's doubtful that I'll make it out of this without burns." Her words were light, joking, but she was completely serious about the burns.
She mumbled to herself for some time before walking away from the couch. She had to go freshen up a bit more for walk. She looked through her closet for casual clothes. Wearing a dress and heels were out of the question. If she was going outshe couldn't risk any quick get aways with those heels. She setttled with a few pieces before picking up a towel and heading for the shower.
Roselyn smiled, following Michael into the kitchen. She gestured for him to go ahead and look through things, figuring he might want to map out where things were. Actually, she hardly knew where things were herself. Hopefully he would be a good teacher, or they might end up burning the kitchen down. At the thought, she giggled without meaning to. Figuring Michael would be confused, she quickly blushed and went to explain. "Sorry, I just had a thought of us ending up burning the kitchen down... It's bad that I found that funny, isn't it?" And again she laughed.
Finally setting down the sponge Michael explored the cupboards of the kitchen pulling out things he though the two of them might need for there great and noble cooking deed. He pulled out a frying pan some plates a some butter. Soon he'd delved into the fridge having left some cupboards open and was now pulling out eggs. "Roseee... What else do we need... I feel like I'm forgetting stuff..." Huffing Michael puffed up his cheeks like an exasperated blow fish.
Rose stood, following him around the kitchen and closing the cupboards that he opened and left that way. The whole time she was smiling- she felt like she couldn't stop smiling. He dived into the fridge and came out wearing an odd expression that she couldn't help but laugh at. "Ummm," she pretended to think, tapping her finger against her chin and batting her eyelashes. "Pans? Or something?" She really had no idea, but hoped that he wouldn't laugh at her.
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