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    To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Sun Apr 23, 2017 3:58 pm

    Time: Around Noon
    Date: April 24, 0007

    Sunlight beat down on Kev's scales, filling him with a satisfactory sensation as he absorbed the energy. Dressed in a light blue buttoned up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of denim shorts that showed off his gams, and a pair of brown sandals was the attire for today, topped with a little straw hat with brightly colored flowers adorning the top. A good choice for a sunny day, and especially for a bit of searching... It had been a few days since he had seen a specific scatting robot, which might usually not be a cause for concern! However, the robot was still rather new here, and last he had seen him, Scaramouch's face was still a little...messed up. It had already been on his mind to find the musician and personally take him to Jo's to finally be fixed...but a visit to the Sanctuary made finding Scaramouch that much more important!

    Now, the only issue was how to find him. Kev had tried putting himself into Scaramouch's lovely heels to think like him, but that resulted in the scaly man singing his way down the street and freaking people out. Nobody appreciates Abba anymore...! Sigh. Instead, he made his way down the street, head craning this way and that in search of the metal man. Sure, they didn't exchange contact information, and he was pretty sure Scaramouch didn't have a home right now...but a tall robot in a purple jacket and red heels couldn't be that hard to find, right? It was like 'Where's Waldo'! Just had to...find Waldo.

    His search eventually took him to the Recreational District, the alien pausing to eye each business. The Club? Well, there was definitely music there...but from what he remembered, it might not be to Scaramouch's tastes. The dancing and general atmosphere could be something he'd enjoy, but a locked door reminded Kev that this was a nightclub after all. Next had been the library, and the alien cupped his chin softly. Scaramouch seemed well-read, but he wasn't always quiet. Hm...the Casino earned a raised eyebrow, and the scaly man quickly passed it by. Scaramouch was still new here, he doubted the robot had enough credits to gamble away!

    Finally, he came to Portal Breach's Central Park. Kev breezed his way through the entrance easily, eyes bright. Of the attractions in the Recreational District, this was perhaps his favorite! Beautiful and thriving plant life, little duckies to feed...before he could become too taken with the atmosphere here, the alien reminded himself that he was looking for somebody. Maybe Scaramouch would come here? He'd seen people perform for credits here, after all! He just had to use his ears and look for the sound of singing...! Kev plodded along in a lazy circle, ear holes pricked and waiting for musical notes. He found none. There was the happy chatter of children on the playground, soft quacking and chitters from the wildlife. A breeze moved the leaves gently. But nobody seemed to be singing... Puzzled, one arm dangled by his side. The other raised the brim of his hat as blue eyes briefly scanned through every single face he could see. Where else could he possibly be? If he wasn't somewhere in the city, Kev was going to be so screwed-!

    Wait a second!

    Was that...a bit of purple?

    Kev jogged over, the fabric like a bullseye! The closer he came, the clearer it was that his search had come to an end! A tall, gangly robot in a purple jacket! With that beaky nose pressed into a book too! Well how 'bout that? Perhaps he'd been to the library after all, and come here afterwards to read! Sandals skidding into the asphalt of the sidewalk, he came to a stop in front of the robot. "Scaramouch! There you are~!" ...He hoped this was him at least. Or else this would be really awkward. "I have been looking all over for you, babe!"


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Sun Apr 23, 2017 7:16 pm

    It was easy catching a fool; the hard part was keeping him. Kev was in luck, though.

    "Let's see... Do's and Dont's, Do's and Don'ts. Page 42." Metal fingers quickly leafed through dozens of pages. "Okay, here's the first Do! 'DO respect the natural progression of intimacy. Telling a potential date how much you really, really like them adds a lot of unnecessary pressure. Instead, gradually reveal your inner thoughts, feelings, and personal story starting with light and casual then progressing to deeper, more intimate self-disclosures'." Alright, sounded fairly... obvious enough. Now for the Don't. "'DON'T get lost talking about yourself and your past, including the mistakes, heartaches, who you were ten years ago or even in your last relationship. When getting to know someone in a new relationship, they want to know who you are today not how you were in a past relationship or lifetime.'" Oh. Scaramouch quietly processed everything he'd just read before taking his optics off the book. "...And people are, like, paid to write this stuff? I could write this stuff! Organic psychology is bogus, babe, bogus." Wonder what other nuggets of common sense were in here...

    Tap, tap, tap!

    "Scaramouch! There you are~!"

    Hold that thought, because he was about to receive company. Cyan diodes flickered to his right. "That's me, babe~! The Assassin with the Sassin'. What's it to ya, Jack?" As if the robot even had to ask. Lots and lots of green entered Scaramouch's field of vision and his obnoxious personality soared to new heights. He blew a racy whistle, grinning. "Oh heeeeey, I recognize those pretty little legs anywhere, babe~! Nice to see ya, Kev - oh, and I'm diggin' the shirt, babe. You are just rockin' those rolled-up sleeves."

    Congratulations, Kev: you found Waldo. And now that you had successfully captivated his attention, prepare for an endless barrage of flirting. Knowing it rude to read while shooting the breeze with a pal, the robot set the book upon his lap for the time being and gave Kev his utmost attention. "To what do I owe this honor?" Scaramouch asked, all smiles. Weirdly, the alien had been looking all over for him. Why? Had... Had something happened? His smile faltered a tad as he lightly shrugged, anxiety creeping its way in. "N-Nice catchphrase you got there, Kev, babe, but you can't beat the original, h-ha ha~!"

    Oh god, was he already in trouble!?
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Sun Apr 23, 2017 8:09 pm

    Ah, phew, this was the right person. There was no mistaking that voice! Relieved, he clasped his hands together in glee. The search was at an end! With his big ole eyes, it only took a glance for Kev to read the title of Scaramouch's book. By the time the robot realized who had come strolling up to say hi, the alien would have one heck of a pleased squint on his face. And in no time flat, the android set about to demonstrating just why he'd taken a liking for the "Assassin with the 'Sassin".

    "Oh heeeeey, I recognize those pretty little legs anywhere, babe~! Nice to see ya, Kev - oh, and I'm diggin' the shirt, babe. You are just rockin' those rolled-up sleeves."

    So shameless... It drew a blush to Kev's face, emerald scales brighter even as he tried to hide it with his hat. Two fingers tugged lightly at a sleeve, and his foot brushed lightly against his own calf as he bashfully accepted such words. Never before had someone been so blatant about finding him attractive, not without already being in a relationship with him! "T-thank you," He chuckled softly. "You know just how to make me blush~. You're still looking lovely as always in that jacket! Though I see you still haven't been to any shops." Not surprising in the least, as that was part of why he'd sought out the flirty robot.

    His toothy grin faltered slightly and the robot stuttered for a moment, perhaps thinking the absolute worst. Kev did his best to sooth such anxieties, which here meant he gracefully slid onto the bench and wrapped an arm around Scaramouch to pull him in for a one armed hug. "I hadn't seen you for a few days! Call me clingy, but I was getting a little worried..." Perhaps justifiably so, though the alien wasn't going to reveal all of his cards just yet. A khaki finger was raised, aiming for the spot where a cyan optic was supposed to be.  "Plus, I told myself and a certain lovely lady that if the next time I saw you, you weren't all fixed up, I was going to take you myself!" Bright blue eyes batted cheekily at him. "Luckily for you, Jo's a very good friend of mine! So how 'bout it?"


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Sun Apr 23, 2017 8:38 pm

    Was he bad or was he bad? Scaramouch absolutely delighted in watching Kev's body language unfold, right down to the alien's brightening scales and spike in temperature. "Careful~!" the robot teased, wagging a finger. "Any more blood flow to your 'baby carrots' and you're gonna be faintin' all over me, babe~!" Robots seldom played fair. He did relent, though; an unspoken reward for the alien's compliment. "Aw shucks, babe. You're gonna get my fans all - huh, shop...?" Why was Kev mentioning - oh no, wait. Hold that thought yet again, because a certain hot stuff was getting touchy-feely.

    "I hadn't seen you for a few days! Call me clingy, but I was getting a little worried..."

    "Oh babe, puh-lease." Now it was his turn to do a lil' reassurance, and what better way to assuage someone than to reciprocate their affection? Metal fingers instantly found their way to Kev's head, where they - rappa - tap - tappa'd - all over the alien's straw hat. Cute flowers, by the way. It was a nice touch of color. "You don't gotta worry about lil' ol' me," Scaramouch guaranteed, directing a thumb at himself. "I'm quick, baby, quick! If you're gonna catch me then you gotta catch the wind, you know what I'm sayin'? Your concern is appreciated, though~!" And admittedly foreign, given the robot's past experiences with organics, but he wasn't complaining. ...Actually, he was going to real soon, because Kev did the darnedest thing: he pointed a finger at Scaramouch's offline optic! That wide smile quickly morphed into a petite frown. "Hey, babe! Ain't anyone ever tell ya that it's rude to point? Like, seriously, don't do that." Ugh, made the robot feel so self-conscious... This next comment even more so.

    "Luckily for you, Jo's a very good friend of mine! So how 'bout it?"

    Scaramouch felt his elated mood waning. "Aw c'mon, babe, you know I don't have that kind of scratch!" he whined. How long had it been since Kev asked him visit the mechanic, sheesh!? The alien could bat those freakishly-huge blue eyes all he wanted, but the robot wasn't buying it. "Nuh-uh, babe," he continued, head shaking. "No way, Jose. If I don't got the dough, I ain't steppin' foot into a chop shop, so you can quit hip-hop-diddly-do-wop-a-hip-harrassin' me." A pause settled in-between them, though it didn't last long. "...So, uh, how's Lunette been doin', anyway? Is she okay...?"

    No other lovely lady would be so incessant about him getting repaired, Kev not included.
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Sun Apr 23, 2017 9:16 pm

    Sweet baby carrots. Fainting in the Sanctuary was one thing but fainting here? In the open area filled with strangers?! Kev huffed despite his embarrassment, eyes narrowed at that slender digit. "I won't faint here, I promise." Though if Scaramouch kept talking like this, it'd honestly be out of his hands! The robot likewise seemed to become flattered, but the shop put a quick stop to that! Hmhmhm?

    Metal fingers danced across the sturdy straw of Kev's hat, making a nice rhythmic noise. "Oh, I can believe that. I'm lucky to have found you here!" Quick was right. The alien waved a hand flippantly. "If I was somebody with ill intent, I would have been screwed in trying to find you and hurt you. You just keep being quick on those dashing heels and you just might make it here~!" But, just as it had before, bringing up Scaramouch's little souvenir from his battle with gravity seemed to bring the robot down. First the pointing, now the lack of credits Scaramouch had. "Sorry, sorry." The hand that had been pointing at Scaramouch moved to settle against the wooden bench instead.

    "Well, how much of this 'dough' have you managed to scrap up since you've been here, huh? Because at this rate, you're not gonna be going anytime soon!" Repairs likely cost a lot of money, he knew from experience that Livewire and Marvin needed good upkeep. "It's not just your optic I'm worried about, Scaramouch, it's your heat sinks." The hand wrapped around Scaramouch's side gave him a small pat. "I don't like going to the hospital but if I was missing an eye and had some internal stuff going on, I'd go." And no amount of scat-grumbling was going to turn him off from this.

    "...So, uh, how's Lunette been doin', anyway? Is she okay...?"

    Mhm. He went right from bellyaching to asking about Lunette. For a robot, he sure wore his emotions on his sleeves. Both eyes openly squinted at the robot now. "She'd want you to be at a hundred percent too." He replied, no small amount of sassiness before leaning in closer to the robot's metal cheek. Stubborn or not, Kev was nothing if not merciful. "I saw her Sunday morning. I talked with her and gave her some advice. She asked if I'd seen you and wanted me to tell you she's sorry and you did nothing wrong." He was still pretty blind about what happened between the two, but he was getting a clearer picture all the time.


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Sun Apr 23, 2017 9:46 pm

    "If I was somebody with ill intent, I would have been screwed in trying to find you and hurt you. You just keep being quick on those dashing heels and you just might make it here~!"

    Oh Kev, you~!

    Anyway, the alien asked the age-old question that would forever hound Scaramouch: how much money, honey? "Eh..." Again, the robot shrugged and looked away, this time a lot more indifferent. "I dunno, babe. To be perfectly honest with ya, I haven't really cared about hustlin' for cash these days. Kinda been, y'know, busy worryin' about somethin' else?" Like, money was great and all, but it could only feed the soul so much before growing horridly stale. "Besides~!" He returned his squinted gaze to Kev, toothy grin and all. "I'm a robot, babe, a R-O-B-O-T. We're kinda made to take a beatin', see? Whereas you would wanna skip off to the hospital ASAP, I can manage a few weeks operating at roughly 80% efficiency. It's no big dealio, you feelio?" But it apparently was, so...

    Kev wasn't gonna let it go.

    Lunette wasn't gonna let it go.

    Scaramouch could only sigh, trapped. "I guess..." he finally yielded. There was just... no point arguing, you know? He leaned forward and slouched, chin resting on his silvery palms. "Nnngh, but I don't have the money..." The problem wasn't about having tight funds, though it was the easiest to gripe about. It was about his dignity, his liberty as a free robot. Honestly, what free robot couldn't afford their own repairs? New world or not, it just felt... wrong accepting credits from people he practically knew for a month. "I feel so dejected, babe..."

    Kev's blatant squinting didn't help Scaramouch's mood either, but he tried ignoring the alien's stare. "She asked about me, huh?" That... That wasn't surprising, and it did make him feel better. It also made Scaramouch terrified, because now Kev was starting to gain awareness into a situation originally beyond his concern. Great... "Well," exhaled the robot, straightening up, "I guess there's no point in pussyfooting around." An optic trained on Kev. "I appreciate her compassion - I really do, babe - but I feel like... there's somethin' amiss, you know? Like, there's a piece of the puzzle I'm not privy to. Makes it kinda hard avoiding potential landmines..." Hint hint: this was your cue to spill the beans, Kev.
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Sun Apr 23, 2017 10:23 pm

    Oh boy... First, it was 'Oh but Keeev I don't have any money!' now it's 'I don't have time to worry about money!'. Understandable, but Scaramouch couldn't do this forever. If he put off taking care of his body every time he wound up worrying about something, he was going to be nothing but a bouncing, scatting head! It smelled to the alien like a matter of pride and stubbornness. And what was the best cure for such a thing? No big dealio indeed... "Well...it's like you said. We can regrow our parts. I can heal myself given time and rest. It's not the same for you." Sure, Scaramouch could keep puttering at 80% but that couldn't be good. What if something else happened? What if he...got into another fight with gravity? They had established that the robot was quick to get away from bad company but... The alien's thoughts trailed off with a hum, before he joined the other in slouching.

    Money, money, money! "The hospital is free, and available for robots. Though, no offense to Dr. SALLI, I'd rather take you to Jo's...I trust her. I've seen her skills in person." Unspoken, of course, was the simple matter that the hospital was something he didn't like to visit. The smells, the look of the place, the memories inside of there. No, Josephine was kind and friendly! She was good with her hands, and he owed her a visit anyway! "There's no need to feel dejected... We care about you. We just want you to be at your best." He pressed a little closer until they were shoulder to shoulder, head propped up in one hand. The stare lessened at the robot's response. Hook, line, sinker. "It was one of the first things she asked me about."

    Despite the situation, the alien couldn't help a slight snort at the use of the word 'pussyfooting'. Aha, but Scaramouch was opening up for the alien, expressing his worries and doubts. In a way, the situation felt...familiar. Three people involved, one woman, two men. Romance thrown into the mix, with one of the men in the picture left clueless and not knowing what he was doing. A puzzle piece was missing, and Kev had greatly appreciated being given his own piece. Even if the realization made him cry. No, the robot deserved to know. He needed something to work with and some insight to the situation.

    ...But he also needed to be fixed up. Eye contact was kept, and the arm once again snaked around Scaramouch, this time centering around that thin waist. "Let's make a deal. You like deals, don't you?" A sheen of cleverness had come through in his gaze, he'd spotted his 'in' and he was going to take it. "I'll give you some information--not too much, you understand. If there's anything I've learned in the past few weeks it's not to be too flighty with other people's information." The less said about the origin of that lesson, the better. "You deserve to know, and I can help you out. But in exchange, you will let me take you to my friend and pay for you to be fixed. This'll be the only time, I promise! I won't ever bug you again!" The offensive khaki finger from before doodled a quick 'X' over his heart. "Cross my heart, hope to die!"

    And in case that wasn't enough? Kev tilted his head sweetly, voice lilting into a soft coo. "Lunette will be proud of you~!" Can you say no to that, Scaramouch the Gentleman?


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Sun Apr 23, 2017 11:05 pm

    Hey, 'quick' didn't just mean fast on his feet, babe. Scaramouch liked thinking himself as one of the smoothest, jazziest cats around, and he had more than his fair share of FUBAR situations that required impromptu thinking. About that bouncing, scatting head comment, though...

    "Well, ya got me there, Kev, babe; I can't regrow anythin' except my bea-YOO-ti-ful reputation~!" Whether it was fame or infamy, the robot honestly didn't care. He simply liked the attention and prestige. You know what Scaramouch didn't like, though? "Pffft! Who takes a freakin' robot to a hospital, babe? Like, seriously..." he grumbled. Hospitals were for organics. If machines were in a hospital, it's because they were either fancy medical equipment or just bland, emotionless assistants. The very thought of having no personality left a sour taste on his synthetic tongue. "Sorry, babe, but I draw the line at hospitals, free or not." A mechanic, however, was A-OK. Preferably free, but y'know...

    "There's no need to feel dejected... We care about you. We just want you to be at your best."

    His wince said it all. "Unnnngh...! Kev, babe, why?" Scaramouch groaned, looking away. He knew what the alien was doing. He knew exactly what the alien was doing. "You can't just freely toy with my emotions like that and drown me in sickeningly-sweet sap, hoping I'm actually gonna lap it all up! Ugh, I already feel my joints grinding to a syrupy halt..." It was touching. No really, it was. But it also wasn't gonna work, because Scaramouch was (figuratively) made of tougher stuff. Much to Kev's chagrin, he shook his head again and played hard to get. "I'm not tryin' to diss your sentiments or anythin', but no dice, babe. I'm a free robot and I like my independence. When I'm ready to get fixed, I'll go, promise. Cross my circuits, hope to fry." The irony. "And it was one of the first, huh? Gee... maybe I've been worryin' about nothin' this entire time..." Overthinking had always been a deadly habit. Anyway...

    The alien was up to something - Scaramouch could practically see it written all over Kev's face. Didn't exactly instill a vote of confidence in the robot... It especially didn't ease up his unspoken concerns when a scaly arm slithered itself around his waist. "Um, Kev, what are you...?"

    "Let's make a deal. You like deals, don't you?"

    ...Really?

    Cyan diodes slooooowly narrowed. "That depends," Scaramouch answered tightly, on the defensive. "I like a good bargain as much as the next hep cat, but I ain't a fan of being burned, you pickin' up what I'm throwin' down, babe?" Seemed his wheedling had gotten a rather unexpected response. No matter, though, because the robot wasn't a sucker. ...Not usually, anyway.

    "I'll give you some information--not too much, you understand. If there's anything I've learned in the past few weeks it's not to be too flighty with other people's information. You deserve to know, and I can help you out. But in exchange, you will let me take you to my friend and pay for you to be fixed. This'll be the only time, I promise! I won't ever bug you again!"

    And, for the delectable cherry on top:

    "Lunette will be proud of you~!"

    Scaramouch's smile only grew wider and wider. You wanna talk shop, Kev? Then let's talk shop. "Well, well, well~!" he remarked in sing-song, acting pleasant. "What a marvelous little package you've wrapped up so nicely for me, babe. No really, it's a-maaaaa-zing. You even dropped Lunette's name~!" Now here came the part he enjoyed the most: crushing Kev's little Kevvy dreams. "But I still ain't gonna buy it," the robot added, stubborn. His chuckling was positively grating. "Hon hon hon~! If I deserve to know, I deserve to know everything, babe. That's how it works, see? You grease my gears, I grease yours. If you want me to see a mechanic and get all patched up, on your dime and my time, then I want the full skinny. No more beatin' around the bush, babe. She took me for a spin and look what happened - I got left holdin' the bags and feelin' like a jerk, all because no one would talk about whatever it is that's just so danged hush-hush!" Scaramouch wasn't normally one to irritate, but this right here? Oh, this right here irritated the circuits out of him.

    "You. Tell. Me. Everything," the robot demanded, prodding Kev in the chest with a metal finger. "I ain't gonna settle for anythin' less, so out with it. You match my price and I'll walk with ya to the mechanic, no questions asked. And if that ain't good enough for ya..." Just because he could, Scaramouch cupped a hand around Kev's chin and wiggled it. "I'll lay off the whole 'baby carrots' shtick for an entire month, how's that sound for ya, Tiny~? We got ourselves a deal?" Simply couldn't help himself.

    He was Scaramouch the Gentleman, not Scaramouch the Sucker.
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Sun Apr 23, 2017 11:45 pm

    How many times does one tell a robot that the hospital has a 'robot wing' before giving up? Apparently just once or twice. Scaramouch was lucky Kev didn't even wanna go there, or else he'd argue the point further. Instead, he settled for a soft sigh as he let the robot's comment dribble over like water off a duck's back. Such a strange robot, to be so uncomfortable with 'sap', as he put it. "I'm just trying to be honest, I'm not trying to toy with your emotions. Honest!" At least, not at that point. Why did he apparently like the ones that had never been cared for? Made situations like this harder. "Mmm..." The alien didn't seem convinced, and it was probably due to the fact that Scaramouch seemed totally unconcerned about getting himself fixed. 'When I'm good and ready!', he says. Well, when was that? A month from now? The alien was not convinced, and so Operation Smooth Criminal was in effect!

    "You're in good hands! I wouldn't burn you!" Kev attempted to reassure the robot, though he realized it probably wouldn't work. Scaramouch had been around the bend, he trusted Kev just fine but this was new territory. In an attempt to mimic the robot's lingo, the alien held up a peace sign. "Oh groovy baby, I'm picking it up and I'm taking it home." Pitiful. Awful. Simply horrid. No more lingo and slang.

    Sweet little words were uttered, the real sap openly gushing now! Time to see if Scaramouch would accept. Despite the grin on that face, he felt a bit of dread settle into his chest. Scaramouch was too bright, too eager.  He quickly refused the offer, honking laugh echoing around Kev's skull. Pupils narrowed into slits, watching the robot warily. He sounded like he was letting off a bit of steam in the process of this negotiation, demanding to know absolutely everything. In case Kev forgot just how much he wanted to know, the musician made sure to poke his chest emphatically with each word of his demand. Eh-vuh-ree-thing-uh. Anything less, and Scaramouch would refuse to see the mechanic.

    Kev's behavior was rather guarded throughout Scaramouch's retort, not necessarily nervous or even surprised. Not even disappointed, but perhaps tinged with a bit of his own irritation. Truthfully, he could stand up and leave the robot with no answers, and no money to fix himself. Scaramouch could continue to flit about, probably argue with Lunette about this if he saw her again anytime soon. It wasn't really his problem if Scaramouch wasn't repaired. And yet... That wouldn't be right. Doing the just and kindly thing could be tough, but Kev was made for conquering obstacles. He wouldn't give up. Breathing in and out deeply, he grasped the hand cupping his chin and lightly removed it, though without releasing it from his own grip.

    "You know, whichever way this deal swings, it's a win-win for you. You get information, and you get fixed up. The fact that you're wanting to pump me of all of this information..." Kev tsked, shaking his head. "You better get ready to sit in the penalty box with me when judgement time comes, Scara-goose. Because mark my words, I don't think she'll be happy about me singing like a songbird for you." Notice how there was no refusal to Scaramouch's terms. "As for the baby carrots, I want that to include any ribbing or suggestions that I am anything other than a man with two full and giant...!" Uh, quick! What's a big vegetable! "Zucchinis!" Bingo. Both hands now grasped at the ensnared metal one, wrapping around him in a firm handshake.

    "And if you make any smart remarks about that, I'll initiate a little family reunion." He finished, a soft tilt of his head indicating to the pond nearby. Two white geese were floating on top of it, surrounded by a little batch of goslings. The adults let out obnoxious honks, startling familiar to Scaramouch's own biting laughter. "How's that sound~?"


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Mon Apr 24, 2017 12:39 am

    "Oh groovy baby, I'm picking it up and I'm taking it home."

    The air suddenly erupted into obnoxious, synthesized laughter.

    "HON, HON, HON, HON, HON, HON!" Scaramouch was besides himself with unbridled glee, his arms wrapped snugly around his waist and his legs wildly kicking. Kev - ! Kev was trying to - ! "HON HON, HON! THAT WAS HILARIOUSLY BAAAAAD~!" shrieked the robot. An honest attempt from the heart, but no. No, that was just rotten.

    It took a good half minute, maybe even the full sixty seconds, but Scaramouch had finally rendered himself to a wheezy coughing spell, the robot's metal face split ear-to-ear with his biggest grin to date. "OOH - HOO - HOOHAAAAAA! CHRIST...! I'M GONNA BLOW ANOTHER FU-FU-FEE-FECKIN-FRACK-A-FUSE!" What was this place rated again? Anyway. He managed to calm himself down, even wiped a pixelated tear 'off' his LED display, and just sagged against the park bench, exhausted. "W-Whew~!" Scaramouch snickered, out of breath. "That was a good one, babe, thanks! It was just what the Doc ordered."

    I'm not toying with your emotions!

    I'm not gonna burn you!

    You're in good hands!

    Honest, honest!


    All this and more went right through Scaramouch's cranial casing, one auditory processor to the other. He even fanned Kev's heartfelt sincerity aside with a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he scoffed, purposefully insensitive. "I've, like, heard this sob story over a dozen times, babe. This might have worked if I was fresh off the assembly line yesterday, but this jazzy 'bot has been around the block enough times to know when he's bein' worked." To be fair, Scaramouch knew Kev was being genuine. The little guy really was a sweetheart, but again, it all came down to a matter of pride. Pride and feeling vulnerable. Algorithms dutifully reminded the robot that he didn't really know Adam from Eve, and the same was true for Kev and the mechanic. Besides, he didn't want to owe anybody so soon in the game. Pleased with himself, the robot rested both arms behind his head and simply chilled. "Sorry, babe," he addressed Kev with a smile, optic closed, "but you ain't my owner." Now, that should have been the end of their discussion, but wouldn't you know it? Kev had other ideas flitting about in that scaly melon of his.

    "You know, whichever way this deal swings, it's a win-win for you. You get information, and you get fixed up. The fact that you're wanting to pump me of all of this information..."

    The robot casually shrugged, unfazed. "Hey, pumpin' stuff outta people is somethin' I'm good at. Why let the talent go to waste?" Was the alien still talking about this? Geeze... give it a rest, pal. Scaramouch didn't wanna go! He was halfway tempted to bark at Kev and tell the guy to go scre -

    "You better get ready to sit in the penalty box with me when judgement time comes, Scara-goose."

    His optic snapped open. He's sorry, but what did Kev just say...?

    "Because mark my words, I don't think she'll be happy about me singing like a songbird for you."

    Was that, like, a freakin' threat, babe?

    "And if you make any smart remarks about that, I'll initiate a little family reunion. How's that sound~?""

    Correction, that was a threat.

    No more fun and games. If Kev thought Scaramouch was a loose cannon then, he was definitely in for a treat now. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no-ho-ho-NO, BABE!" With an abrupt tug of his arm, the robot snapped Kev forward and shoved his face right into the alien's, their noses a tense four centimeters from touching. Gritted teeth and a single narrowed optic awaited Kev. "I did NOT just hear all that come out of your mouth, babe," Scaramouch growled. The balls on this schmuck, seriously! "You don't throwdown with me, I throwdown with you! Do you know who I am!? I'm Scaramouch the Merciless! The Pied-Piper of Ruination, the Crooner of Carnage, the Ambassador of Annihilation, the Eradicator of All, babe! And I don't. like. your. TONE." Seeing red didn't even begin to cover it. There was of course a reason why the robot had suddenly turned so hostile.

    He had been beaten at his own game. Him. Him! Scaramouch, Aku's most favored assassin! Beaten by some dumb, big-eyed, no-mouthed, four-toed, two-John'd, scale-bristling alien! "I oughta shove my 5" designer heel so far up your ass, babe, you'll miraculously grow a mouth and be singin' Halle-freakin'-LUJAH when I'm done with you!"

    Eh...

    His anger couldn't last forever, sadly. Scaramouch was already feeling his power drain just thinking about all these furious thoughts. "Bleeeeugh..." he groaned. The robot once again resumed slouching, chin resting upon his hands. "Alright, alright...! You win, babe, god. I don't want Lunette being mad at me. I just... I just don't wanna unintentionally hurt her again, that's all! Is that so hard to ask?" For whatever reason, it was. He continued griping and whining, mostly with unintelligible noises. "Scara-goose..." he huffed. "That's dumb. You're dumb. Those geese over there are dumb. This is all just dumb." Stupid Kev... Stupid geese... Stupid emotional capacitor.
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Mon Apr 24, 2017 1:11 am

    If he thought that laughter had been echoing in his mind before... Woof. Apparently, horrible lingo was the key to the robot's humor core! Scaramouch honked away with all the dignity of...well! Himself, actually. Legs kicked and he shrieked into the air, absolutely tickled and about to bust a fuse. He even generated a little tear on his display to wipe away! Kev rolled his eyes playfully, grateful the laughter had died down. "10 out of 10, nice giggle fit~." Was his reply, winking like a tart. With the life experience Scaramouch had, it was to be expected that he'd doubt the genuine nature of Kev's offer. It hurt a little to be doubted like that, but he understood. Not everybody in the world would offer such kindness to a robot. Capping it off with the affirmation that Kev wasn't his owner could have put a stopper on this discussion...if he had been 4 years younger. Life experience went both ways, you see.

    A brief comment about pumping aside, Scaramouch seemed content to merely chill on the bench throughout Kev's response, as if he were basking on a beach instead of chatting with a guy on the bench. But by the time the alien had finished, goose comments and all, new life seemed to strike the robot with renewed vigor. It was here that, despite his own considerable strength, Kev actually did seem a little intimidated as Scaramouch pulled him closer so that the two of them were nose to nose. Air hitched in the scaly man's chest, refusing to breathe for a moment as he stared back at the other's single narrowed optic. Technically, the robot hadn't heard all that coming from Kev's mouth, but who could be sure? The crooner's anger put a pause on any smart comments, merely staring back with a wide-eyed shock. He wasn't even sure why he was angry! Were the goose comments too much?

    Such was the nature of anger, it soon left the robot like blood from a wound, leaving a saddened robot who pouted like a scolded child. Kev remained sitting upright, the shock of the other's anger leaving him quickly. Making himself the picture of maturity, he stood with his back as firm as a post and folded both hands upon his lap. "I'm sorry for playing hardball, but this is important. And...I will tell you all I can, okay? I just want to be careful. I have a habit of opening my big mouth, you know. It's gotten me into trouble before. You don't want to unintentionally hurt her, and neither do I. And I don't want to ruin...this." He gestured vaguely at the thin robot with both hands. Whether he meant the friendship he held with him, or the relationship between the robot and Lunette, even Kev wasn't sure. Perhaps both. "How about we leave these dumb geese behind, start walking to the business district to Jo's...and on the way, I'll fill you in as much as I can." This time, he offered his hand to the robot on an equal standing. After a moment of thought, Kev added with a wink.

    "And maybe I'll take that heel thing up with Fear, try it out with him and see how holy it is~!" He couldn't help it, he had to!


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Mon Apr 24, 2017 1:37 am

    10 out of 10, bleh...

    "I'm sorry for playing hardball, but this is important. And...I will tell you all I can, okay? I just want to be careful. I have a habit of opening my big mouth, you know. It's gotten me into trouble before. You don't want to unintentionally hurt her, and neither do I. And I don't want to ruin...this."

    A defeated Scaramouch halfheartedly cast his optic Kev's way, sullen. "Kindred spirits and now kindred motormouths... Great," the robot sighed, "just... great." Boy, all that exasperation had really taxed his battery. Scaramouch couldn't wallow around in the doldrums forever, though, and Kev still had his half of the bargain to uphold. Guess he was gonna visit a mechanic after all... and not have the freedom to pay for it. The realization stung. It stung bad. "You're not gonna, like... use this against me, are you?" Scaramouch asked, tentatively accepting the alien's hand. He didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to, but the robot soon rose to his towering height and frowned, library book tucked beneath an arm. Their hands quickly separated. "No offense to you, Kev, babe, but I'm not exactly c-comfortable being left at a mechanic I hardly know. It's not, um, a pleasant source of memories, ya dig?" And please don't ask why, either.

    He grimaced at the alien's joke, although a corner of Scaramouch's lips curled into a fledgling smile. "Oh gross, babe, gross," the robot gagged. "I don't wanna know what you and spookums do in your spare time, 'kay? Now, if you'd be so kind, let's skip-dip-a-dabba-doo-outta here, because those geese are really frayin' my circuits."

    Scara-goose, ugh...
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Mon Apr 24, 2017 2:27 am

    Kindred motormouths? Okay, he could see that. Scaramouch's mouth liked to try and sign check the 'bot couldn't cash. "I won't use this against you. If anything, maybe we can consider this a payment for Livewire's first couple of violin lessons." Musical lessons weren't exactly cheap, after all! A little handshake was exchanged before the android stood to his full height and stashed away his book beneath an arm. Kev followed, standing up beside him. A head tilted, blinking up at him. "I can stay if you want me to. I don't have anything to do for a while so... I can sit and wait for you." He didn't want to know why, not if Scaramouch would rather keep mum on this part of his past. It was the polite thing to do.

    "Huhuhu...lucky for you, 'spookums' and I aren't quite THAT kinky." Shoes had no place in their bedroom! Except for some soft slippers. A little snort came from the alien, leading the way through the park for Scaramouch. "They are, really? Is it the honks that are doing that for you?" Or maybe being compared to geese was just that awful for him. Eventually, his snickers died down and the only noise to come from Kev was the sound of his sandals clicking on the path under their feet. They were '
    skip-dip-a-dabba-dooing-outta here'
    , which meant it was time for Kev to pay the piper. His offer had been to give Scaramouch information as they walked, but Tulsit, how was he supposed to begin?!

    Perhaps...the beginning? Both eyes narrowed as Kev began to speak. "There were two different men who were close to Lunette here. One of them, he had been a friend from her world. He's no longer here. The other..." His glance shifted off to the side, attempting to catch Scaramouch's optic. "My 'spookums' as you call him, didn't work alone in his world. He had three brothers in arms. One of them came here not long after Fear. He was the other." No doubt a frightening concept, that Fear wasn't the only one of his kind. He paused, bright blue eyes watching to gauge the other's reaction.


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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Scaramouch on Mon Apr 24, 2017 3:08 am

    Payment for Livewire's first couple of violin lessons... Scaramouch could honestly stomach that. "You know what, Kev, babe? That's a mighty fine idea," he smiled. It didn't take long for him to feel better in most circumstances. Melancholia, a lot like anger, just wasn't good for a robot. "Alright, deal! You help me with today's repairs and I'll teach Livewire five one-on-one lessons, pro bono." Darn great deal, considering music tutoring wasn't cheap. It was even better because he was the tutor. The opportunity was technically priceless!

    "I can stay if you want me to. I don't have anything to do for a while so... I can sit and wait for you."

    "Oh, uh, I-I don't..." Nngh. No, he did. He really did, but Scaramouch wanted to avoid sounding so... clingy. Sigh, guess there was no avoiding this either. "...Well, if you wanna," the robot quietly muttered. Kev wasn't a bad guy; he was actually kinda sweet and thoughtful. Sometimes too thoughtful, but the sentiment remained. "I-If you think this mechanic is the bee's knees and will do me justice, I..." Nnngh. Why was his programming just so freakin' difficult? "...I trust your judgement. If you wanna stay, babe, I'd appreciate it. If not, I ain't gonna hold it against ya." Nothing bad was gonna happen at the mechanic's, everything was gonna be fine. He was just overthinking, that's all. Just... overthinking. His single optic drew off to the side and pretended to find all the surrounding trees a subject of interest. Oak... Oak... Some more oak... Ooh, a birch tree! Nothing like a lil' variety.

    The topic of Kev and his spookums resurfaced, and this time Scaramouch openly made a disgusted face. "Gross." Such adamant emphasis. Living things knocking boots with dead things? Yeah, nah. That's called 'necrophilia' and it's technically illegal for a reason. Numerous health concerns and cultural taboos, just to name a few examples off the top of his main processors. He was shockingly grateful about the conversation turning into one about geese. "I didn't mind the noisy birds prior to coming here," Scaramouch confessed, "but you guys just had to poke fun at my laugh. Rude, babe, rude!"

    And then they started calling his nose a beak, the nerve! What next, his long legs being compared to a stork's!?

    Another disquiet settled between the unlikely pair, though it didn't originate from Scaramouch this go around. It was time to pay the piper indeed. Ruby heels provided for a nice - ...clik! ...clik! ...clik! - complementary tempo against the muted - pat, pat, pat - of the alien's sandals. Not bad, not bad... The differences in their gaits were almost mesmerizing.

    "There were two different men who were close to Lunette here. One of them, he had been a friend from her world. He's no longer here. The other..."

    Ah, the nitty-gritty. Scaramouch turned his head to better glance down at his scaly companion. "A friend who's no longer around? Ouch..." That would be the source of her abandonment issues. Couldn't really blame her, though... Getting left in the dust, especially by a romantic interest, was bound to leave a few nasty scars. Something told the robot that the worst had yet to come, though... and he was right. He really wished he wasn't, but he was.

    "My 'spookums' as you call him, didn't work alone in his world. He had three brothers in arms. One of them came here not long after Fear. He was the other."

    Soon it was just Kev's sandals walking to the beat. Scaramouch instantly came to a halt, optic wide and mouth agape. Error in three... two...

    "...SAY WHAT!?" That's right, babe! Lunette had been dating spookum's brother. He immediately shivered all over and began hopping around in place, beyond crept out. "Ahghghghgh! No way, no way, no freakin' way, babe, ugh!" Suffice to say, Kev's revelation had rattled the robot to his core. "Why...!?" Scaramouch gasped. He quit bouncing on his tiptoes and wore only the most confused, distressed face. "Why would anyone wanna - !?" His optic zipped onto Kev. Er... right, the alien's boyfriend was spookums. With another icky shiver, the robot tried recomposing himself. "Okay... Okay..." he whispered, sucking in a deeeeeep inhale, fans struggling. "Barring you, because you're kinda weird, babe, no offense, but... why would Lunette wanna date a cooooooorpse...?" Nnnnope, it was still all very horrible. He stuck out his tongue and gagged, "Eeeeeurgh, for once in my entire existence I wanna throw up!" Real talk, though? Scaramouch wasn't any better - and he knew this.

    Yet again trying to calm himself, the robot took another deeeeep inhale, this one longer than the last one, and urged all nauseating thoughts out of his mind. "That," he remarked plainly, "is unfortunate. I honestly did not expect someone as sweet and lovely as Lunette to have dated the Crypt Keeper's brother." A stiff drink would have been killer right now. But, seeing how Scaramouch couldn't really drink or get himself drunk, massaging his metal temples will just have to suffice. "Ugh... no wonder she didn't wanna talk about it. Like, who would, babe?"

    Talk about a skeleton in the closet, sheesh!
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    Re: To Catch A Fool

    Post by Kev on Mon Apr 24, 2017 8:47 am

    Yiss, look at that smile. "I've been known to have those occasionally!" Kev jokingly boasted, eyes squinting with glee. Scaramouch was unable to pay him back, which is just fine because he wasn't sure he'd be comfortable taking payment from the robot. This sort of payment though? Perfecto! He only became more excited when he heard just how many lessons Livewire would earn from this. "Five of them?! Hot dawg, that's great!" She was going to be so happy! Soon the house was going to be filled with the sound of violins strings.

    Ah, the alien couldn't blame Scaramouch for his tentative response. They had only known each other for a couple of weeks, after all! Needing someone you were still getting to know sit and wait while you get healed was probably a little embarrassing. "I wanna stay. I have to make sure both of those eyes are working, after all! You've only had the one to see me with, imagine how much I'll blow you away with your full vision returned to you." Kev played it off with a silly swing of his hips. Kindred spirits, after all! Some things were better digested with a joke. Even if he'd been organic, it wouldn't have sat right just abandoning him after dropping him off somewhere. Not when Scaramouch had been pretty kind to him! Well, aside from one glaring exception as the android blatantly expressed his disgust. Kev snorted but otherwise paid that comment no mind. "Huhuhu...sorry Scaramouch~! If it'll make you feel better, I won't make too many comments on it." Even if his prior laughing fit only proved how obnoxious and honking his laugh really was.

    Between their footsteps, Kev paid more attention to Scaramouch's clik-clak ones. A glance was spared downwards at the robot's heels. Almost intimidating in just how long they were...he was admittedly not one for heels but damned if Scaramouch didn't make them work! Maybe he could start shorter and eventually work his way up to such tall heels... "Mhm." He agreed softly, quite aware of how the loss of a friend could strike the heart so horribly. Especially one with a romantic tinge to it, even if Lunette seemed not to reciprocate the rabbit's feelings. Kev's brain took a moment to process that the ruby heels had stopped their gait, the alien half turning at the waist just in time to both see and hear Scaramouch's reaction. He was almost impressed with the robot's sense of balance, to hop about so frenetically in those heels! If he were doing that? Oh babe...he would have tripped over a heel and probably broken something.

    "Why...!? Why would anyone wanna - !?"

    Dark blue eyes met diodes, a scaly brow arching as if to remind Scaramouch exactly who he was talking to. It seemed enough to bring him down to the Breach again, sucking in a deep breath and reassessing his thoughts. "None taken." Kev shrugged, unable to deny it. He was pretty weird, this was true! He closed the minor gap that had come between them when Scaramouch stopped moving, looking up at him as Scaramouch seemed to get all the disgust out of his system. What startled him most was apparently the idea that sweet, lovely Lunette could want to 'date' a corpse. "Actually, they never even got that chance. Certain...complications came up and that ruined pretty much everything between them. The most I ever saw her do was cuddle him a little...as for why her...?" And why the affection for a smelly corpse? The answer was simple, babe!

    "She's like me, you know? We try to look at people beyond face value. Fear's a rotten corpse with an iron helm on his head, but beneath that, I saw a loyal man. I think she might have been inspired by us and wanted to help Fear's brother the way I did Fear. But Fear and his brother are not the same." He glanced off to the side, a little saddened by the ways things had ended between the two. "She thought he was sweet. And the two of them were cute. But...well... What happened was something my partner had warned them about. They got too excited. A little reckless...it was a mistake on both of their parts but not something I necessarily 'blame' them for, you know? At least not enough to make them feel so awful about it but that's guilt for you." And Kev was no stranger to the 'lovely' emotion of guilt. A hand reached for the straw hat, repositioning it to keep his eyes shaded from the sun and yet allow him a good look at Scaramouch's face. He was beginning to step into the part of this story where he needed to really think before he spoke.


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