There were wires all around, electrical sounds

[spaghettiinmysoul]

Characters: Rabbit and Open!
Setting: Lagoon, forest, and then rampaging around the dormitory.
When: Anywhere from midday to midnight
Format: Prose/action it's whatever you please
Summary: Rabbit has gotten bored and went exploring. Unfortunately he gets so bored that he's forced to take drastic action in the form of loud accordion sounds on the dorm floor.
Warnings: Rabbit is his own warning.

Lagoon

It was pretty here, he'd admit that. Pretty enough to bask in the sun and play in the sand but not nearly pretty enough to even attempt to play in the water. The robot knew his own weaknesses. He settled for hurling large rocks into the crystal clear lagoon waters, or skipping stones, before building a massive sand castle in the sands of the beach and rampaging through it. He cared exactly just enough about his clothes to carefully hang them from a branch before happily making a massive mess out of the pristine beach. The Spine would have had a fit to see his brother prancing around with no pants on, but it wasn't as if there were any parts to hide persay. Then again, a lady showing up might actually earn the shameless robot's embarrassment.

Forest

Not half bad. He hadn't been in a forest in a long time, and it was kind of interesting to be in one again. Clothed this time, and attempting to climb up the bigger, thicker looking trees. He knew damn well the little ones would never be able to support his copper frame. Humming show tunes and generally being loud and childish in the forest, at the very least he was keeping it to a wild, wooded area rather than a place where people might actually be attempting to rest. Anyone approaching the robot here would probably get talked to death, as he was fast running out of patience for this place, as massive as it was. He enjoyed attention after all, exploring only fun if there was someone else to do it with.
 
Dorms

Well he'd lost it.

He'd returned to the dorms with exactly zero things to do and not enough of the attention he so craved. He was used to people! Lights! Action! Music! Brothers to tease! And so far he hadn't met anyone he knew at all so... Well apparently everyone must suffer.

He'd taken to roaming the halls, a horrible honking accompanying him. He'd gotten the accordion out and was pretty much abusing the poor thing, pressing every key imaginable and rapidly expanding and contracting it, mad mechanical giggles and whirrs filling the hallway, which would occasionally break out into full out laughter and a few lines of garbled music.

He was so bored!

Comments

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Rabbit manages to slow himself to a stop a few feet down the hall, filling his bellows with air before exhaling a huge cloud of steam]

That was fu-fun!

[marriedthebloke]

O-only for you...

[She looks up at him, panting.]

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[He lets out another burst of steam, just grinning at her]

Ya a-a-a-ain't that good at ta-tag though. Ya gotta be qui-quicker'n that! Ca-ca-can't believe it! One hundred an' seventeen years old, an' I'm outpacin' pre-pre-pretty young things like you.

[marriedthebloke]

First, this is not a game of tag, and second, there are some key differences between us.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Well Rabbit thought it was a game. He edges in a little closer, trying to get a good look at her face. You okay down there?]

Yeah? We-we-well... I guess I'm a bit taller'n you. An' Imma guy. Annnnnn.......... A robut. Oh! It's the robut th-th-thing isn't it?

[He wins the guessing game too]

Want me ta run sl-slower next time?

[marriedthebloke]

[She raises a hand...and flicks him on the nose.]

[It actually hurts her finger because he's made out of metal. Damn. However, she does her best to not let the pain show on her face.]

I have no need for you to run faster or slower. Just be quieter.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[ hey lady that's his nose.

He crosses his optics, blinks... and then giggles. He can't really do the same back, he'd just end up hurting her, but he tips his hat and grins]

C-c-certainly sweetheart. A-a-anythin' fer you.

[marriedthebloke]

...Thank you?

[She cannot tell if he is joking or not.]

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Nope perfectly honest]

Yer wel-wel-welcome!

[Look not even messing with the accordion anymore he's totally being good. He's not sorry, but he's certainly done.]

[marriedthebloke]

[She is still staring warily at the accordion.]

There are...other things to do on other floors if you still feel bored. I remember there being a music floor that would not be out of place for that accordion.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

I've been on other floors! It's b-b-b-borin' all by myself! Ain't nobody around ta talk to or nu-nuthin'.

[marriedthebloke]

So you wished for companionship? Is that it? That can be accomplished by doing things other than making a huge racket.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

But this was m-m-more fun! Wouldja have c-c-come out if I asked ya ta walk with me?

[marriedthebloke]

It depends on the tone you use.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

How about-

[He bats his optics, coyly gripping his hat and turning his head to the side]

Pre-pre-pretty please wa-walk with me?

[marriedthebloke]

[She makes a face.]

P-perhaps...

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[There was a small puff of steam]

Oh I d-d-dunno if I could li-live with perhaps, sweetheart.

[He bows, offing his hat elegantly]

Wouldja pl-pl-please do a gentleman an ho-ho-honor an' walk with me fer a little wh-while? It su-sure is lonely here all on my own.

[marriedthebloke]

[She smiles, just a little.]

I'm willing, but you should know one thing. I'm married.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[WHAT. AW MAN]

Ya are?

.......


W-w-w-w-will ya st-still walk with me?

[marriedthebloke]

Yes. As long as you respect the boundaries.

[spaghettiinmysoul]

Su-sure I will! I'mma gentleman, sweetheart.

[He certainly wouldn't take it past gentle flirting. She was pretty, but married, and he wasn't about to mess with that.]

[marriedthebloke]

Then, which direction do you want to walk off to?

[spaghettiinmysoul]

Any of 'em!

[He just starts wandering off in any old random direction, his pace slow and heavy now. Well he wasn't trying to sprint anymore, at the very least]

An' n-n-no more honkin', I pro-promise.

[marriedthebloke]

I'll take your word for it.

[Now that they're walking, she's keeping up with him fairly well.]

[spaghettiinmysoul]

[Of course he didn't say he wouldn't play at all, so he starts in on something else. Something a little more nice. Just to lighten up the atmosphere.]

S-s-s-so, wha-what's yer name?

[Spoken easily as he played, the motion almost idle.]