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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Mon Sep 04, 2017 1:24 pm

    "You two have made for a nice 'family' so far! It's all I could ever ask for, really."

    Did... Did she really mean it? Like, actually mean it?

    Though it was strange for a robot and a cat-woman to act as surrogates, what they were wasn't important. Korra wanted them. She actually wanted them, and that was all Scaramouch needed to hear. Before she could even react, a metal hand grasped the Avatar's head and - whump! - shoved it into the android's metal bosom. "Aw, that is sooooo cute~!" he squeaked. "You really like hangin' out with us? Really, really~?" Oh no, Scaramouch was getting hot! Cooling fans loudly droned, but it was pointless - the damage had been done! His grin couldn't possibly get any bigger. "We like havin' you and Bailey too, kiddo! Come over for breakfast! Come over for lunch! Hell, come over for second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner, and supper!" It was too late, Avatar. You had made a friend for life. That was an awfully long time, you know? Here's hoping you had the patience of a saint - you'll need it.

    All the while as Korra reminisced and shared personal details of her life on another world, the android faithfully listened. He listened, kept mum, and absentmindedly stroked the Avatar's head in a friendly, caring manner. Only when she was finished did Scaramouch pipe up in his Scaramouch way. "It's not easy bein' a hero figure," he agreed with a small nod, "but think of it this way, kiddo: you did what very few could." What did this mean, exactly? Let him elaborate!

    With a curt laugh, the android gently released Korra from his iron-clad grip. "You wanna know why heroes are in such short supply?" he asked. The answer was simple, if not... a little sad. "It's 'cause bein' a hero is a thankless gig, that's why! Everyone puts their expectations and concerns on ya - everyone - and there ain't no manual that comes with the job. Through you, kiddo, people are able to wake up each mornin' and find a reason to keep on tickin'. That's why you had a target on your back - all symbols of hope do. And for what it's worth, this old 'bot thinks you're very brave for choosin' the higher, less journeyed path." When it came to heroism, Scaramouch was sorely... lacking in that department. Not because he was callous or apathetic, but because he was afraid. A robot's place was to obey, to serve. And while a hero may do both, they were oftentimes prone to stepping out of conventional boundaries and doing what no one else could or wanted. In that, the android truly was in awe of Korra's selflessness.

    "Of course, there ain't no harm in freein' yourself and livin' life, too~!" Another downside of the heroic life: being society's lapdog. That was no life for a young dame, no sir! "So long as you're cognizant and not thick between your ears, I think ya should go out and forge a trail for yourself, kiddo! Find what ya like to do, see what you wanna, and just enjoy life for what it is - a series of random, spontaneous events~! Better yet, share it with somebody." Wink wink, nudge nudge. He gave the Avatar a knowing wink and accompanying smile. "Life's no fun when you're too busy fightin' baddies and worried about reputation. Now that you're here, I highly recommend ya just appreciate each day for what it is, kiss your puppo and Bailey, and live every moment to its fullest. Hon, it works for me~!"

    Why do you think Scaramouch loved faffing so much?

    But yes, living on your own wasn't without its expenses: money, space, food. All this and more would impede the girls' progress, though grasping success wasn't impossible. It simply took careful planning, budgeting, and discipline! "Hmm... well, you will definitely need enough room for Naga," Scaramouch hummed. With a polar-bear dog as big as she, Korra's options would unfortunately be limited. "I dunno 'bout a flat such as mine, but you cooooould find a house to rent? That's a thing, y'know!" A house with a spacious yard, preferably. As for jobs... that was easier said than done.

    He clicked his tongue, thinking. "Savin' on groceries is smart, but so is figurin' out what you wanna do." The android had a funny feeling, just a small one, that saving the world and bending the elements didn't pay well. He also had a feeling that Korra wasn't a veteran of money... "When it comes to employment, ya should really narrow down your passions and interests. Don't do what most people do, kiddo! If ya find somethin' your heart's not into, you'll be miserable and bored. Since this world has a different concept of cash, I suggest you and Bailey figure out your likes together. Personally, I don't see you as the customer service-type. You're far too free-spirited and stubborn for that~!" And, really, it'd be a crying shame to confine someone like Korra, who could bend the elements, to a cash register.

    "French kissing?"

    ...Oh, gear shift!

    "Mmmmmhm~!" Scaramouch's face said it all: ooh la la~! "French kissin' is when you add a lil' tongue. Hon~! Some folks like that." And because he was such a pill, the android stuck out his and loudly went - "Phhhhbbbbt! And ya don't need to have a penis for penetrative sex! That's what strap-ons are for." ...Oops! He said the p-word. Eh, Korra was old enough.

    "What? Y-you mean...fingers can go there?! Hnnngh...!"

    Or, well... maybe not. Mentally, that is. She seemed quite aghast by the very idea.

    In true shameless fashion (as was typical of Scaramouch), he shrugged. "Er... yes? Fingers can go anywhere, kiddo. It is an erogenous zone, after all." Like, duh...?
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Tue Sep 05, 2017 6:15 pm

    What was--whoop! And suddenly the Avatar found her face pressed up against the simple cotton of Scaramouch's lazy day t-shirt. A hand lay comfortably atop her scalp and the metal beneath her face seemed to warm up immediately. Combine that with the pleased croons of the robot and it seemed she had said just the right thing! Chuckling softly against him, she nevertheless returned the affection by wrapping her arms around him and shuffling closer. Aah...see? This was more affection than she had ever been afforded by her real uncle. Quite comfy too. She could see what Lunette saw in him. Lips tugging into a playful smirk, Korra peered up at him with her crystal blue eyes. "Really, really! You two are amazing" She chirped back, voice filled with mirth. How else could Korra describe two people who had been so helpful and supportive of the two of them? "Those are a lot of meals, you sure we won't eat you out of house and home?" Despite the position against him, she did her best to puff her chest out proudly. "Being the Avatar gives ya a mighty appetite." Could you afford to foot the grocery bill, Uncle Mochi?

    As Scaramouch began to stroke her head, large fingers very careful with her hair, Korra found herself leaning into his hand. On some level, she felt that such affection should be 'strange' coming from somebody she hadn't known for a while. But then again, this was somebody she'd given a familial nickname to! He had been very calm, and being held like this kinda reminded her of her dad. The young woman almost protested when he let go, though she complied by pulling away from his chest. And yet, she still shifted herself so that they were knee to knee as she listened. Thankless gig... Yeah, no, the jazzbot had it pegged. The bottle was turned about in her hand, beverage swishing softly as Korra smiled to herself. Symbol of hope...she liked the sound of that. "You're right. After all, the other Avatars had their troubles too! It's not easy but...there's not really any other choice, you know? At least, not one I could live with." The Avatar smiled brightly at her 'uncle', eyes brimming with a fair bit of naivety. Despite what she had been through, the drive to protect and fight had not yet been beaten out of her. "Thank you. It means a lot to know that you think I'm brave! For what it's worth, Bailey and I think the world of you both." She echoed his own phrasing, leaning over to give him a nudge. "You're generous, kind people. I think Bailey's been missing out on folks like that in her life. So knowing the two of you are here for her... I'm happy."

    Living her own life, Korra was embarrassed to admit that that had not been something granted to her back home. How could she, after all? She had been trained from a young age to solve the problems of the world. A pleased smile graced her lips at the robot's words, only turning bashful at the mention of 'sharing' her life. Real subtle. "I would like that..." Korra seemed to mumble, cheeks a-glow. That was the life for her, no doubt about it! Just enjoying each day and loving those she cared for. A faffer's life for her, it would be!

    Though even a faffer had to consider reality, and the truth was that with two dogs between them? Space was a priority. Snapping out of her daydreams, the young woman nodded her head as eagerly as a bobble head. "Oh yeah, no. We definitely need a yard for Naga and Ailbe, they have to stretch their legs!" Scaramouch was definitely speaking her language, a happy sound escaping her at the thought of a house to rent. "A real house? We could rent one?!" It was clear that buying a home was new to her, especially a little house. "Oh that'd be perfect!" Even narrowed down their choices for homes! What a productive little visit this was proving to be.

    "Yeah...that's easier said than done." Korra admitted with a drooping pout, fingers idly playing with the strands of her ponytail. The idea of a job seemed as evasive as the stars in the sky. If only she could reach far enough to pluck one out! What were the opportunities for employment here? What could she possibly do? "Like the people in the groceries stores and stuff?" Without even meaning to, the Avatar's lips curled at the very thought. Seated behind a register or wandering the aisles... She could already tell she'd just feel cooped up. "Yeah, I think I'd be lucky to make that work a week before getting fired..." With a 'hmph', her chin nestled into an open palm to ponder over her 'interests' and 'passions'. Hmm... "Well, I like to help people. Obviously. And I really like getting to exercise, train, working out... I do my best when I can move around and use my muscles! If I'm just sitting behind a desk or something, I get restless." With furrowed brows, she gave the robot an almost hesitant stare. "Maybe I could help people workout at the stadium...?" The halt in her tone betrayed her own doubt in such an idea. There was no guarantee that anyone would be interested, after all.

    "Oh! Tongue?" Giggling at the impromptu raspberry, the young Water Tribe woman seemed to appreciate the subject change. Her own tongue waggled within her own mouth, Korra pressing it against the back of her teeth experimentally. The tip roamed over the gum line, and for a moment she imagined doing it in Bailey's mouth. Humming thoughtfully, she nodded to herself. "I think I can do that." Strap-ons, though? That was another story entirely. Granted, the term was technically foreign but considering the subject at hand and what the words implied... Heat flushed its way across her face and the Avatar could do little else but huff. It was her surrender, for obviously, Scaramouch had her there. Just as he did with this new knowledge that fingers could go anywhere. Soon, her gawking drifted from the robot's perplexed face down to her own palms. Each finger flexed, Korra gaping at them as if she expected them to detach from her hand and crawl away like little brown caterpillars.

    "I can't believe it... Nobody ever told me that!" For now, the idea was...inconcievable. Then again, everything below Bailey's waist might as well be a mystery wrapped in a puzzle. "I think for now...I'll focus on the stuff that's not down South." Korra muttered, seeming embarrassed as her hands dropped back down into her lap. "I don't think I'm ready for that yet."
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Sat Sep 09, 2017 7:05 am

    Oops.

    Was this too touchy-feely? Maybe it was too touchy-feely...

    Pfft, nah! Not when the Avatar herself was just as affectionate! "Eat me outta house and home, huh~?" You know what? Scaramouch will accept that challenge. "Tch! It's like you've never been to a buffet or somethin'... They're practically designed with mighty appetites in mind, kiddo~!" Had the Avatar been to a buffet? ...Did she even know what a buffet is? All sorts of mechanical gizmos and doodads clicked as they processed this highly important query. "Mmmmmaybe we'll take you and Bailey out to lunch one day so you can have the experience, how's that?" the android offered. Hey, it seemed like a really 'uncle' thing to do! And, you know, Scaramouch was somewhat curious to see why organics loved buffets so much. Something about endless piles of nourishment...?

    "Thank you. It means a lot to know that you think I'm brave! For what it's worth, Bailey and I think the world of you both. You're generous, kind people. I think Bailey's been missing out on folks like that in her life. So knowing the two of you are here for her... I'm happy."

    Urge to suffocate Korra in yet another hug... rising! As hard as it was keeping both hands to himself, the robot managed to respect the Avatar's personal space. She was just so cute and innocent and - gah! Bailey was one lucky dame. "Hon~! Aw, thank ya, kiddo... That's very kind of ya to say! In truth, I think a lot of us have been missin' out on healthy, stable relationships - platonic, romantic, and anythin' in-between. A new world means new hardships, and what better way to overcome our collective struggles than to partake in communal well-bein', huh?" Made sense to him! Of course, Scaramouch was also a hopeless romantic (and quite naive), but the android stubbornly clung to his infectious optimism. "And hey, don't sweat it, kiddo," he continued with a cheerful smile. "We're here for both of ya, just how you're both here for Lunette and myself. We may not be related and we certainly hail from all walks of life, but!" This next part was important. The android held up a finger and drove his point home. "But, so long as we nurture our relations and stick together, I think we're all gonna be juuuust ducky. Hon, hon~! Can't enjoy a garden if it's nothin' but weeds and neglect!" Life's easiest when it was simple and carefree, you know?

    "Of course ya can rent a house, kiddo! It's, like, what a lot of couples and folks do~!" Ooh, was that blush spreading across the Avatar's tanned cheeks? Inconspicuous scanners made short work discerning Korra's vitals. Rising body temperature... quickened heart rate... sweaty palms... Mhm! Those were the telltale signs of love, alright~! Fortunately for Korra (and because Scaramouch was feeling generous), the robot didn't poke fun. That'll come later, trust him. "Pfft, the stadium..." Oh alright, it was gonna come now.

    Synthesized honking filled the air. "As if, kiddo!" remarked the android, incredulous. Silly Korra; gotta step out of your comfort zone and see the world! Can't do that while shackled to an arena, hm? He winked and not-so-politely poked the Avatar's cheek. "Why settle for somethin' you've already known when there's an entire world at your fingertips? Why, with skills like yours, kiddo, I bet you could get all sorts of stuff!" But, yes - it was time to brainstorm. From the sounds of it, Korra enjoyed being a help to the people and wasn't a fan of being locked up like a bird in a cage. Who could blame her? A stadium was just a cage without a visible frame, however, and Scaramouch felt she could do better. Loads better, in fact. "Y'know, if I didn't know any better, it kinda seems like you wanna be a personal trainer," he pointed out. Nothing wrong with that, but there was still plenty to consider before they got too ahead of themselves.

    A pensive - "Hm..." - escaped him.

    Now, Scaramouch wouldn't pretend to know the full details of being a personal trainer. He would, however, engage in a quick internet search and study whatever he'd find lightning-fast. There were some good things and ther were some bad things. "Well..." he muttered, clicking his tongue. "Good news is, kiddo: I think you're young and spry enough to help motivate others to get in shape. Bad news: you might need certification. It's just, like, how the system works, y'know? Otherwise, any ol' schmuck could be one!" Knowingly, the android didn't let Korra flounder.

    "You'd probably have to take courses and get schoolin', but I don't think it'd be anythin' major. You could easily do it!" Scaramouch grinned. "That is, of course, assumin' you wanna be a personal trainer. If ya decide to look into it, you'd at least be able to work at plenty of locations and you'd get to help all sorts of age groups. I think the job sounds very diverse and liberatin' for your needs!" And, if not, he could always perform another internet search and pick the web for whatever bounty it so freely provided. You know who else could benefit from an internet search, though? And on her own time?

    "I can't believe it... Nobody ever told me that!"

    Yeah.

    Truly, it was a sorry, sorry state of affairs... One that even had Scaramouch shaking his head in disbelief. "On the level?" he asked, piping up. "Were you, like, raised in a monastery or somethin'? 'Cause, uh, no offense to you or nothin', but man..." For someone her age, Korra was awfully ignorant in a lot of ways! Then again, maybe Avatars were supposed to be celibate? Oh lord, what a can of worms that would be. The robot quickly fanned a metal hand and steered their conversation to greener, more productive pastures. "Alright, alright - so ya don't wanna entertain any of this stuff with Bailey for now. That's fine! Hey, your body, your rules, ya dig? But I wouldn't be a very good uncle figure if I said ya both don't need to brush up on your sexual education. It's, um, kinda important..." Birds and the bees from a robot... What a timeless classic. Where was Lunette when he needed her!?
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Wed Sep 20, 2017 9:52 pm

    A buffet? The Avatar peered up at the robot, her eyes gleaming like a pair of aquamarines. "Oh, I know what a buffet is!" Shocker, right? "That's like the Inn's restaurant! Different kinds of food, all laid out for people to sample as they want, right?" Definitely sounded like something befitting a large appetite. So many options to choose from! Even if she was used to the Inn's buffet style food, however, it didn't lessen the excitement that brightened up her smile. "I'd be honored, Uncle Mochi!" Her smile soon turned mischevious, nudging Scaramouch with an elbow. "Hehe, maybe we could think of it like a double date!" A double date with people she thought of as family who were treating herself and her girlfriend to lunch, but a double date nonetheless! Despite the teasing, it was clear that Korra enjoyed the idea, practically buzzing with excitement.

    "Kind as it is, I speak nothing but the truth!" She boasted with a toothy grin. It wasn't in her nature to lie about things like this! So if she thought the world of this goofy robot, it was as sincere as it gets! As for the lack of stable relationships in their lives, good ole Uncle Mochi spoke nothing but the truth. There were exceptions of course, like Sokka! But on the whole, there had been something missing from the lives of the Water Tribe teenagers. Things were tough when you lost your family and friends. Finishing off her bottle with a thoughtful hum, Korra was quick to toss in her two yuans as soon as she swallowed! "I think you have a point! Taking part in that talent show was a lot of fun. It made me sad I'd missed the one the year before!" Interacting with the community, hearing the 'ooh's and 'aah's of people admiring her talents... It felt pretty spectacular.

    "Maybe it's just because I'm in love and stuff but... I've been feeling really happy lately. Like a new Korra!" One with new friends, a new girlfriend, and new plans for the future! How could that not make somebody excited? Dark cheeks reddened at Scaramouch's reassurance, a deep crimson that traveled all the way up to the tips of her ears. "T-thanks... It feels really nice to have people like you guys to depend on." The garden metaphor was a little weird, but it made her smile all the same. Sounded like something Tenzin would say, although he wouldn't have sounded nearly as chipper as the robot! Chuckling lightly, she regarded the other fondly. "You may be silly, but you really are wise." Just like a real uncle.

    Renting a house... Who knew there was so much to being in a relationship? Well, apparently everybody but Korra knew something like that. It was almost embarrassing, but she couldn't even think about that as her heart felt as though it might pound right out of her chest! A house, a yard to let their pets run around in, a couch to snuggle on, and a bed to sleep in together... All of it made for a dorky lovestruck look on the Avatar's face. Yep, she had it bad. Only obnoxious honking and a poke to the cheek could cut through a rosy and romantic vision like that! Inspecting her fingertips, Korra felt a frown tugging at her lips. "I don't know..." It all just sounded so far away. Even as she spitballed a potential career, the young woman began to seem more and more hesitant of her own idea. As Scaramouch said, there were pros and cons to it. On paper, it sounded like something up her alley and it wasn't like Korra would let something like certification get in the way or something she wanted! But that was the problem, wasn't it? She sighed, and her cheek found a comfortable place nestled upon her own palm.

    "All I've ever wanted to be was the Avatar. Ever since I was a little kid! It's everything I've worked for...and I guess now I realize that no matter what, I am the Avatar. And I don't have to prove anything to anyone or do things for people just because I think that's what an Avatar does. But I don't think I really want to be a personal trainer... It sounds fun but I think I'd enjoy it more if I was just training with Bailey or a friend! And you can't really charge for that..." What kind of jerk would charge their friends or their girlfriend for something like that? Obviously, she had to reassess her wants...the kind of things she wanted in a job. Fingers wove their way through the hair of her scalp, lips pursing into a pout. "I don't suppose you can make a job out of just...'helping people', huh?" Seemingly simple, right? It was all she wished, and yet it seemed so elusive! What kind of job would truly allow you to help people? Too bad vigilantism didn't pay.

    "On the level? Were you, like, raised in a monastery or somethin'? 'Cause, uh, no offense to you or nothin', but man..."

    Hm? Blinking at her uncle figure, Korra could only give a surprised "Um, sort of?" Poor uncle Mochi. That would probably need a bit of elaboration. Pulling her hand free of dark brown tresses, attention shifted completely to the metal man. "When I was 4, the White Lotus realized I was the Avatar. They're sort of like body-guards. They trained me and protected me for years in a private compound in the Southern Water Tribe. Stuff like kissing and relationships and...sex," She whispered the last part as if trying to conceal the subject from invisible ears. "Wasn't really an important curriculum for a growing Avatar. The most I learned was about the time of the month, and how babies are made!" Neither of which were going to be of particular use while she was courting a certain redhead. But Scaramouch had a point, these were things she'd have to address someday. Who knew what else she was ignorant about?! Furrowing her brows, the Avatar cupped her own chin in the deepest thought she could conjure up. "Would the library be a good place to learn about it? I mean, I love you and all Uncle Mochi, but I'm not sure you could handle being the only one teaching me about this stuff..." Poor guy might blow a gasket over just how little she knew! Or maybe Korra would be the one to bend, fainting as the robot gave her more and more pointers for the 'bubs'.
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Sun Sep 24, 2017 5:55 pm

    Oh, so Korra did know what a buffet was? Color the android shocked! "Hon~!" Scaramouch grinned, not admitting a few of his more insulting thoughts. Nine out of ten pertained to the Avatar's level of intelligence - in a friendly way, however! Not like his usual jerky 'tude. "You're right on the money, squirt. Though I've never bothered with 'em, I guess they're the elephant's eyebrows with ya organics! ...Maybe stuffin' your mouths to the point of suffocatin' is euphoric?" A robot obviously wouldn't understand the insatiable lust people had for smorgasbords, but ole Scaramouch did catch wind of the imp sitting on Korra's shoulder. Mm, she was gonna tease him by probably - nudge, nudge! - yep, poking and prodding her elbow against his metal sides. Korra's antics elicited a synthesized grunt. "What d'ya take me for, a babysitter?" he huffed. Tut, tut! Only bad uncles didn't watch their nieces and nephews like a hawk. Besides, hadn't he already extended the invitation? The android's irritation didn't last long; it never did. "Pfft~! I'm just teasin' - a double date sounds ducky! We'll have to pencil in a date that works for all of us."

    Scaramouch wasn't made of mercury, he swore!

    "I think you have a point! Taking part in that talent show was a lot of fun. It made me sad I'd missed the one the year before!"

    "Don't I always~?" But yes, the talent show had been incredible! A fabulous turnout, roaring applause, and getting to strut their stuff for a certain few highlights in the crowd. Really, what wasn't to love? "Hey, nothin' wrong with feelin' like a new you. It's like they say: where one door closes, another opens~! It's good spreadin' your feelers around." Never know what's gonna bite, right? Anyway, stick around, Korra: when it came to wisdom buried underneath ten layers of tomfoolery, look no further than the clownish robot beside you. "I like bein' silly~!" Really, no surprise there. "Means I'm the life of the party while bein' quite the wildcard. Super useful for gettin' the drop on folks!" Everyone knew a fool was a fool, but only those who enjoyed living knew better than to judge a unpredictable book by its obnoxious, honking cover. Now, then... What's this about the Avatar letting uncertainty seep its way throughout her, pardon the pun, spirits? The whimsical jester in Scaramouch took first to the stage. "Why the long face, kiddo? Ya seem troubled." Well, duh. Korra didn't know how to wrangle her own future and shape it into something more akin to her passions, her needs, her dreams! Hm... funny, who else did this remind the android of?

    Being the spiritual link between mortals and spirits...

    Catering to others and running a business because it's what your father wanted...

    Boy, organics had it rough. They touted all this free will and still became shackled to destiny; or, in terms a robot would comprehend, a designated purpose imposed by others. By all logical reasoning, Scaramouch wasn't the best equipped for such a discussion. "Hm... can't know unless you try~!" Didn't stop him! Isn't that all anyone could do?

    "I think, maybe, you're bein' too pessimistic about all this," he added, wearing a reassuring smile for Korra's sake. "Remember what I said 'bout givin' others hope? Well, who said ya can't do that now, huh?" Allow this old machine to elaborate. "While you most likely won't belch fire and slam people-sized chunks of earth outta the ground to make a livin', you can still make a positive difference helpin' others out. Will it be glamorous? No, probably not. But hey, to the other person who desperately needs your help, it could be! I just think, maybe, ya gotta start by reinventin' the wheel. And by that, I mean conditionin' your brain to realize that no small deed is worth less than a heroic one!" Ah, but he needed an example - something to really hammer this home. Perhaps he should use...? "I know ya said ya don't wanna be a personal trainer, but think of it this way, kiddo: suppose you enlisted yourself at the local hospital, or even a therapy group somewhere in the city. D'ya know why folks need physical trainers? Here's a hint: it's not only 'cause they wanna get in shape~!" The problem with organics, he found (and Scaramouch meant this respectfully), was that they were too quick to narrow their horizons. He felt the same was true for Korra and Lunette, bless their kind hearts. "Lots of people need physical therapy 'cause misfortune befell them; accidents, injuries, worsenin' health conditions, losin' the will to live... just to name a few. By havin' other, more able-bodied folks assist them and reinforce a positive regimen into their daily activities, it really boosts their quality of life! It gives them hope - and that, kiddo, is just as important as savin' a city or baggin' the bad guy." It's the little things, you know? "Anyway! That's just one idea out of infinite. We'll keep spitballin' until ya find somethin' your heart likes~!"

    ...Oh lord, did she just whisper the word 'sex'?

    Alright, that was enough insightful chit-chat. Scaramouch smelled blood in the water! "Y... You can say it, y'know. Sex. Intercourse. Nookie. Hanky-panky. Coitus. Doin' the pip-pip-diddly-doo~!" That last one got a short laugh out of him. "Hon, hon~! It's not like you're gonna summon a boogeyman if ya do, kiddo! Seems like these White Lotus yahoos were like your everyday religious fanatics..." Read: boooooring! There was nothing 'high and mighty' about locking up a young woman and keeping her dangerously sheltered.

    "Would the library be a good place to learn about it? I mean, I love you and all Uncle Mochi, but I'm not sure you could handle being the only one teaching me about this stuff..."

    The android clicked his tongue.

    Loudly.

    "And what's that supposed to mean, huh?" Couldn't handle? Couldn't deal? The look on Scaramouch's metal face said it all. "You do realize who you're schmoozin' with, right? Like, I'm Scaramouch, kiddo. I'm Scaramouch and I know scary-much about everythin' and anythin' to do with 'carnal knowledge', ya pickin' up what I'm throwin' down?" His one (depressing) claim to fame and here Korra was, shitting all over it! "Hm, I suppose the library can be a generous wealth of knowledge..." he ultimately answered, lips pursed with obvious disdain. "But ya can't get everythin' from the lifeless, unfeelin' pages of a book, mhm. Some of this stuff, kiddo, requires a hearty amount of experience. If only ya could charm the local librarians for some personal one-on-one time, ooh~!"
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Tue Oct 03, 2017 3:15 am

    Hey, Korra was a meathead after all! Naive and sheltered as she was, you could bet the Avatar knew her stuff when food was involved! "Elephant's eyebrows?" She couldn't help but repeat the odd phrase, amusement clear in her voice. She certainly didn't think of an elephant's eyebrows when she decided to enjoy a feast but to each their own! A chuckle rumbled out of the young woman, sticking out her tongue in a brief razz before she decided to correct him. "It's not the 'suffocating' that's so amazing, it's the food! Having a bunch of choices and getting to mix flavors together is the real elephant's eyebrows! If you're suffocating, you're doing it wrong." Or have a strange, food-related death wish. Another raspberry responded to Scaramouch's grunt. "No, 'cause babysitter's get paid." Being an uncle was rough stuff. All teasing aside, the robot approved of the double date! The young woman grinned toothily, pleased by his agreement! "Since Bailey and I are jobless, anytime should work out for us!" Korra would just have to go and let the redhead know first!

    Well, she didn't know about always, but the scatbot hadn't steered her wrong yet! In fact, the things Scaramouch was saying felt right. There was real wisdom in this metal man, even if he was much sillier than Tenzin. "I like spreading my "feelers"," Korra agreed, fingers wriggling to imitate such creepy-crawly appendages. "There are so many new things about this world, why not try things out?" She wasn't one to pigeonhole herself into a box, even if she was a meathead. As for the silly facade, she pursed her lips as she considered the uses for such misdirection. "Hm...sounds like my best friend, Sokka. He's funny, but he's not to be underestimated." Maybe that was why the Water Tribe warrior could be quite the clown? "I'm more direct." She wasn't the only one though, as her companion pointed out the sullen expression on her face and asked what was wrong. It was easy to speak her mind to Scaramouch, the young Avatar opening up rather easily. This metal wingman hadn't given her a reason to distrust him!

    Pessimistic? Maybe, but it was difficult not to be. Jobs were rough stuff! For all these powers Korra held at her fingertips, none of it could help her earn an honest living! Shoulders slumped, she closed her mouth with a soft click of her teeth as Scaramouch continued. Bit by bit, he fanned the flames of her mind. Fanning it with an upbeat attitude and a bit of perspective! Powers or no powers, maybe she didn't need them to inspire others. Maybe she could give people hope by just being... Korra. By sharing her time, giving advice, helping people regain their strength. Because he was right, people didn't need physical therapy just for their vanity or to look good! A smile grew on her face, and the young woman leaned over to wrap her muscled arm around Scaramouch in a hug. "I think my heart likes that idea. Inspiring others and giving people hope...that's what the Avatar does and if I can do it by helping out somewhere like the hospital?" A dark cheek smooshed against his cotton t-shirt, rubbing affectionately. "I couldn't ask for anything better. It beats customer service by a mile!"

    "Y... You can say it, y'know. Sex. Intercourse. Nookie. Hanky-panky. Coitus. Doin' the pip-pip-diddly-doo~!"

    ...You lost her at 'hanky-panky'. Korra pulled her face out of the robot's chest, her arm still around him in a loose hug. She looked up at him, face stretched in a mixture of disgust and confusion. "Doing the what...? That doesn't even sound fun!" What a goober! Scoffing lowly, the Avatar fixed him with a stern little stare. "Fine! If I'm not gonna get in trouble... S-sex. Sex, sex, sex! Nookie! Ssssexual relations!" Only the click of his tongue hastened any more phrases for the mattress mumbo. Cyan eyes continued to squint at the robot, an eyebrow beginning to rise with every word he said. Wait, was he...offended? Why?! Huffing, the young woman leaned into the scatting master of pleasure. "Don't get your boxers in a twist! I only suggested the library because I didn't think you'd wanna answer all the questions I'm gonna have. ...Or Bailey! The both of us might start having some real questions about this sort of thing, can you really handle that? Scary-much knowledge and all? Hm? Hmmm?" Each question was punctuated by a poke to Scaramouch's chest, prodding him for answers!
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Tue Nov 14, 2017 3:04 am

    "Elephant's eyebrows?"

    Don't think too hard on it, kid.

    "And isn't stuffin' your face practically the same as suffocatin'~?" Tit-for-tat, spit-for-spat! As far as he knew (and Scaramouche knew plenty), humans didn't have a secondary windpipe. They could chomp on food but not breathe, and they could breathe but not chomp on food! What a ridiculously ineffective way of gathering nourishment. And listen to Korra take a swipe at him! "Hmph~!" The android outright stuck his metal schnoz in the air and sharply looked away. "Yeah, yeah!" he grumbled sourly, arms crossed. "Babysitters get paid and poor uncles don't. You're lucky I don't charge you penniless bums whenever we do take ya out for lunch~!" Honestly, Lunette would never let him. She'd balk at the notion and scold the robot with a wagging finger!

    Anyway, the Avatar's optimism was music to Scaramouche's auditory receptors. "That's the spirit~!" he grinned widely, showing a lot of teeth. Why would a robot need teeth? Well, Korra, if you could really stomach that long and treacherous rabbit hole... "As troublesome as a few things are, you got a bright future ahead of ya. You and Bailey! If ya both can navigate your lives together and overcome all of life's obstacles as a team, I think you'll enjoy a wonderful bond. It's what I wanna have with Lu~!" Sometimes there were to be ups and downs, even heartache, but that was all part of the journey. And wasn't the journey what truly mattered when experiencing life beside the loving presence of a partner? "Pssh~! You ain't kiddin'!" Scaramouche honked (loudly) at Korra's expense but he truly meant no ill. The android was just, well, obnoxious! "And I like what I'm hearin' about this Sokka guy. Every troupe of adventurers needs comedic relief, and who better to brighten yours spirits than a gagman? Humor is food for the soul, kiddo. It's like chicken noodle soup but tastier~!" It should come as no surprise what role Scaramouche filled.

    Here's a freebie: it wasn't the armor-clad hero or (somewhat) useful wizard.

    "I think my heart likes that idea. Inspiring others and giving people hope...that's what the Avatar does and if I can do it by helping out somewhere like the hospital? I couldn't ask for anything better. It beats customer service by a mile!"

    Aw, look at that blossoming smile! True to form, the android starkly grew heated and his grin increasingly crooked. "Y-Yeah, see~?" he stuttered. Physical contact always got the best of him. That went double for genuine affection. Scaramouche cleared his metal throat and regained composure, "You're on the trolley now! Keep your chin and spirits up, kiddo. And remember: no matter how dark or dreary some days are, there will always be sunshine after a storm. You just gotta stay positive and keep on truckin'~!" It worked well enough for him, hadn't it? And soon it will work for Lunette, too! Also, he saw your confusion and disgust, Korra... Nothing escaped these unblinking optics. They were in high-definition~!

    "Oh, and suddenly you know what's fun and what isn't about sex?" the robot huffed. Once again Scaramouche clicked his tongue and gently patted the Avatar's fluffy, clueless head. "Kiddo, kiddo, kiddo..." he muttered. "There is like, soooo much ya gotta learn before ya can even think about steppin' in the ring with ol' Scaramouche. For starters, sex is great~! It's a great way of lettin' off steam, expressin' love, and it feels terrific! ...Oh, not that you would know anythin' about this, though. Hmm~!" Sassy to the bitter end, that Scaramouche. Shameless about it, too. Poke, poke, poke! REEEE, KORRA WAS JAMMING HER MEATY FINGER AGAINST HIS FRAME. With a huff and a puff, the android immediately glared down at the blue-eyed dame with all the intensity and scorn of a provoked owl. "Hey, quit that!" he whined. "You're gonna smudge me up with your oily fingerprints and then I gotta polish! That's pretty time-consumin', y'know!" Scaramouch had conveniently forgotten about the clothes on his back. He didn't, however, ignore the thinly-veiled challenge lacing Korra's words.

    Can he handle that...?

    Can he HANDLE that!?

    A great surge of compressed air furiously escaped the robot's nostrils as he hiked up his boxers and twisted them around his thin waist with provoked gusto. "Well then, kiddo, let's put your skepticism where my mouth is!" Scaramouch harrumphed emphatically. "Ask me a question about this topic - any a question at all - and I'll answer it! Go on, gimme your best shot, squirt! I betcha 10-to-1 you ain't got an inquiry all prepared." No one can out-bluster a fool! No one!
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Thu Nov 16, 2017 5:35 pm

    Oh boy... The Avatar had clearly underestimated how difficult it would be to explain the concept of 'eating' to a robot! Korra groaned lowly, slapping her forehead with an open palm. "No, no, you're thinking about it too much! When we stuff our face, we know how much to put in there without suffocating! ...Most of the time, at least." She mumbled the last part out of the corner of her mouth before continuing. "It's supposed to be a saying! Most people don't literally stuff their face unless they're starving." Guess Scaramouche would have to try his hand at being organic before he could really understand the concept of eating. Not that she could blame him, it's not like she really understood how he did his stuff. Did he plug into the wall like a microwave? Or did he drink gasoline? Uncle Mochi's ruffled feathers were showing, sticking his beak in the air and looking away like a pouting brat. The sight elicited a smug smirk from the super-powered woman. "If you really wanna charge us, you could always take us to the tavern to eat! But I imagine you two would rather check out a different restaurant." Who would wanna go eat at their own job? Where's the adventure in that? Despite her amusement, Korra gave the robot a pity pat on his arm. How surprisingly warm his metal skin was!

    It was clear that optimism was Scaramouche's language! Huffy one moment, and now he was all grins. Geez those were a lot of teeth, huh...? Now that she was gawking at them, did she spy a couple of canines? Who gave him such realistic teeth?! Before she could think on that subject for too long, her eyes flickered up to his blazing cyan optics. "Y-yeah! I'd rather be workin' with Bailey than against her. And I think saving up money together would be good practice for us! Useful for problem solving and stuff, right?" Even with what little experience she had in the romance department, Korra knew that relationships worked best when the people involved worked as a team! Frankly, her parents had been good role models in that regard. Grinning back at him just as widely, the Avatar gave him a small wink. "I think you already have that with her!" The two already fit so easily in her mind. If she thought of Lunette, she imagined Scaramouche right alongside the cat woman and the same vice versa. Peas in a pod, a couple that seems to mesh!

    Such obnoxious honking earned him a playful eye-roll, Korra letting that slide as she focused on what else the robot had to say. "Comic relief...?" Brows furrowing, the young woman put on her thinking cap. Thinking of comedy immediately reminded her of Sokka and Bolin. Not that Korra didn't have a funny bone, she actually had a health sense of humor! But humor wasn't the first thing people saw when they looked at her, it was her muscles and can do attitude they'd see. Mako could be really stiff and Asami...she honestly didn't get close enough to see if the woman was 'funny'. Then again, maybe the situation she was in didn't exactly make one very humorous... Each thought drew a pondering purse of her lips until Korra looked as if she might have swallowed a lemon. Only then did the expression drain out of her face with a firm nod. "Okay! I think I see what you mean. Life gets pretty sad if nobody can make you laugh. That's why you're a great uncle!" She made a face, scrunching up with a ladylike snort. "My real uncle wasn't funny at all!" Scaramouche's metal skin heated up in response to her hug, and she gave him a small squeeze. As long as he didn't burn her skin, she didn't mind the temperature! He still used phrases she never heard of, but it didn't take the wind out of her sails. "Until the sunshine comes, at least I've got great people like you guys and Bailey to be my umbrella!" She returned his crooked smile with one of her own. Hey, if they were going down this road of metaphors, might as well go the whole way!

    Just as things were getting fluffy and sweet, of course things had to settle back to a simmer as Scaramouche became huffy once again. She really didn't understand why! ...Then again, there was apparently a lot she didn't know. Such as, "Well, no--I don't know what's fun or not about it!" Korra protested with a frown that only deepened with each doting pat. Bright blues rolling, she let out a huff of her own! "Yeah, you really got me there! I was keeping it a total secret." Despite her own sass, she couldn't stop the blush from rising to her cheeks even as Uncle Mochi's irritation hit 9000! If she thought his feathers were ruffled before... She withdrew the offensive finger, still holding it upright as if she were pointing at the ceiling. "Okay, okay! Suh-rry! Didn't realize I'd leave fingerprints..." She didn't even think to point out the tank top!

    "Well then, kiddo, let's put your skepticism where my mouth is! Ask me a question about this topic - any a question at all - and I'll answer it! Go on, gimme your best shot, squirt! I betcha 10-to-1 you ain't got an inquiry all prepared."

    Was that a challenge? Was this boxer hiking, ruffled feathers, butt-blistered fool challenging her? The Avatar? To ask him a question?! Related to sexual relations?! ...No really, how did the situation get this out of control? Still, Korra puffed out her chest and jutted her chin out like a rooster about to throw down. She wasn't about to back down from a challenge!

    ...

    Right after she thought up a question. After a whopping twenty seconds of silence, Korra's eyes widened with a sharp gasp. "Bubs!" It burst out of her like a compulsion, the young woman planting a hand over her mouth as if she'd used a dirty word. No! No shame, Korra! Sucking a deep breath through her teeth, the hand fell from her face as she stared back at Scaramouch confidently. "I-I mean...boobs! Boobs. What do I do...with boobs?" Nailed it.
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Sun Dec 03, 2017 11:55 pm

    "No, no, you're thinking about it too much! When we stuff our face, we know how much to put in there without suffocating! ...Most of the time, at least. It's supposed to be a saying! Most people don't literally stuff their face unless they're starving."

    H-Hm. Perhaps there was a science to organic consumption? Either way, Korra had a valid point: eating was better left to more hands-on experiences as opposed to textbook clarification. "Gee..." he mumbled softly, astonished. "And here I thought ya just, like... shoved whatever your grubby hands got a hold of and, well... y'know!" The robot opened his big metal gob and mimed dumping handfuls after handfuls of imaginary foodstuffs down his striated gullet; which she could see, by the way. Synthesized laughter echoed throughout the loft. "Hon, hon, hon~! I guess eatin' food and smokin' weens ain't so different after all!" D... Don't think too hard about that one either, Korra.

    "...Charge ya?" Scaramouche blinked. Had he missed something, or...? Oh right, right! He had been messing around earlier and made a nuisance of himself. What else was new? The android flashed a lopsided grin, shrugging lightly. "Touché~!" he responded in his usual obnoxious, sing-song charm. "Even if I could work in a discount, it'd just be kinda ho-hum. We'll have to take ya somewhere else - somewhere new~!"

    Like, seriously. Taking the girls out to lunch where he worked was a huge personal faux pas. And ol' Scaramouche was so not down with that.

    "Y-yeah! I'd rather be workin' with Bailey than against her. And I think saving up money together would be good practice for us! Useful for problem solving and stuff, right?"

    "Right~!" the android happily beamed. His tone became a pinch more whimsical, as did his squinting. "Y'know, you're kinda insightful for a stubborn meathead..." Why yes, that was a friendly insult! But honestly, this was hardly new for the Avatar. Whenever it came to a 'bot as sassy (and jazzy) as Scaramouche, playful banter was surely abound. "...Oh, what's that, kiddo?" Korra thought... thought that he and Lunette already operated like a team? Yeah, no. The android's cooling fans loudly - whiiiiiiiiiiiir! - took off like miniature jet engines and his plating heated up several more degrees. "E-Eep~!" he laughed bashfully, feeling super embarrassed. "S-Sorry there, kiddo! I, um, g-got flustered..." Stupid aftermarket mod... These danged fans were more trouble than their weight in scrap! Unable to cool himself down (at least for the moment), Scaramouche glanced away and held his cheek like a blushing maiden. "And y-yeah, comic relief~! It's, like, a mandatory addition to every heroic party, y'know? Very stock!" And oh goodness, look at that sourpuss face. It was almost as if Korra had just swallowed an entire lemon! "Well, er, laughter and cryin' are pretty close; it's kinda why the traditional masks of Comedy and Tragedy for theatre are of these two very interconnected expressions~!" OH GOODNESS, DID SHE JUST CALL HIM A GREAT UNCLE!? AND THAT METAPHOR. IT WASN'T... IT WASN'T HALF BAD.

    Whiiiiiiiiiiiir!

    Nope, he could handle only so much genuine praise before overheating. "Gah-huh~!" Just listen to that dorky chortle. Scaramouche bit his lower lip and rapidly fanned those gigantic hands of his. "No more, no more~!" he pleaded with a shaky grin. "Like, I adore the compliments, kiddo - I do~! B-But any more and you're positively gonna have me in pieces!" So let's jump right into something more antagonizing, hm? Like, say, Korra next to nothing about carnal desires! Oh, but that cocky display... Cyan diodes slowly blinked. "Careful~!" he shamelessly aggravated the almighty and powerful Avatar. What, she could bend metal like it were paper? Pssh, yeah right~! "You are, after all, about to throw down with a master of disaster." Let's see how many seconds it took for the little snake-weasels in Korra's head to catch on.

    One...

    Two...

    Skip a few...

    Twenty!

    Twenty whole seconds for Korra to emphatically blurt out -

    "Bubs! I-I mean...boobs! Boobs. What do I do...with boobs?"

    ...Huh! Not the robot's first guess, but it'll do. If Scaramouche had been blessed with eyebrow mods (dodged a bullet there), he'd have surely quirked one in amusement. "Oh, so you're a white meat kinda dame." That earned a throaty chuckle. "Well! I gotta hand it to ya, Korra, kid," he looked away, speaking off to the side. "I didn't think you'd actually meet my challenge, but a deal's a deal." This is the part where he glanced at her from the corner of his display and slooooowly curled those metal lips into a devilish smile. "The answer's simple: ya grope 'em, squeeze 'em, lick 'em, and - if you're really darin' - give those nipples a tweeze~!" Oh right, there was one other thing... Scaramouche leveled his gaze with the Avatar's and shrugged. "You can also, like, slide a penis between 'em and play around, but I don't think that's gonna be applicable to your situation." Just a guess. Although... No sooner had he finished the sentence, an incredibly mischievous gleam shone brightly on the android's display. "Good thing there's such things as strap-ons, huh~? HON, HON, HON!! Anyway, next question~! Keep 'em coming, squirt!"

    This was kinda fun!
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Mon Dec 04, 2017 11:19 pm

    Goodness. Nobody could keep a straight face at the way Scaramouche mimed shoveling handfuls of food into a gnashing gullet! Covering her mouth with a hand, Korra muffled her laughter so that she wasn't loud enough to wake a certain sleeping kitty. "S-s-Scaramouche! You silly..." Chuckles died down and she grinned at the robot with arched eyebrows. "You must have known a real pig! Only rude people eat like that, and I think Lunette's a lot more refined." She was a fuzzy lady! Not nearly so uncouth. The direct comparison between eating and 'smoking weens' earned a flustered scoff. What an incorrigible uncle she had! Bad.

    "New, huh? Sounds like an adventure!" If optimism was Scaramouche's language, then adventure was Korra's! Even if it was a simple matter of finding a food revenue that none of them had ever been to. Maybe they could even be a good role model to show the jazzy robot how normal people ate. Even the Avatar's bad habits had nothing on the display Scaramouche had acted out for her!

    "Y'know, you're kinda insightful for a stubborn meathead..."

    Huff. "Thanks a lot!" Yeesh, what a backhanded compliment! Crossing her arms over her chest, it was clear that Korra was only slightly insulted by that. As opposed to angry enough to leave the apartment or something equally dramatic. "That's kinda part of the 'Avatar' bizz'. I don't just punch things, I'm supposed to be a spiritual leader and work with political figures, mediate wars..." Definitely sounded like her style, huh? Even she had to admit that it didn't really sound like herself and her lips jutted out in a pout. "At least, I was working on that stuff before coming here... I have a lot to learn, but I'm glad I seem insightful! I've had some really great role models."

    Whirring drew her attention back to Scaramouche, the sound reminded her of when the A/C unit had been on for too long. What was that about...? "Flustered?" What would he be flustered about? ...Ohh! Somebody was apparently unused to compliments! Mischief was written all over Korra's face. "No problem, Uncle Mochi!" What a dork! "Mandatory, huh? So what're the other parts of a heroic party?" Now that she was learning these stock roles, it made her curious about how well her old group of friends matched into it. There was herself as the hero, Bolin as the comic relief...who else?

    "It's weird but I think that makes sense. You can laugh so hard you cry." Tragedy itself wasn't something she could really connect so easily to comedy, but she wasn't exactly edu-ma-cated about this sort of thing. Korra hadn't even been to a play, but she'd try not to mention that to Scaramouche...the old robot already sounded like he was cleared for take-off! The Avatar soon joined in by flapping her hands in his direction, idly wishing she could send a puff of air his way. "Okay, okay! I didn't realize you were so easy to fluster...especially for somebody who talks as much as you do." The guy was literally talking about smoking weens but he couldn't handle a few well-intentioned words! She didn't know who that said more about, herself or him.

    Master of disaster! Ooh, you were lucky they were seated or else they'd have to do the circle walk of intimidation! Korra settled for shifting her lower jaw forward with a defiant glare, hands on her hips. "Yeah? Well, I'm the master of..." Oh, snap. Uh...think, think! What rhymes with master?! "Mmm....ban...ter?" She smiled shamelessly, bringing her hands up in a hopeless shrug. It wasn't too bad, right? Yeah! She could totally go toe-to-toe with Scaramouche! Absolutely! "White meat? She's pretty pale, Mochi." Way to be insensitive. Scoffing lowly to herself, the Avatar leaned back. "I rise to meet any challenge!" Even weird ones like this! Ooh but she did not like that smile. Information about 'bubs' came out in one huge landslide of information, slamming into the woman's brain without much time to digest. Lick, tweeze, and doing what with a pe-?!

    Fwap!

    A hand reached out to slap at his covered chest, no real force behind it. The robot would probably barely even rock! "Ew, ew, ew! Mochi, gross! I wouldn't dare do that to her, even if I had a...well! I wouldn't! I wanna be gentle and kind with Bailey, not just slap her bubs around! And certainly nothing like...that!" No duh that didn't apply to the two of them! The very idea saw Korra sticking her nose up in the air as if insulted. It hardly sounded romantic...just crude! Already begging for another question, huh? Looking him up and down, Korra smirked lowly. "Okay, tell me about these strap-ins."
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Fri Dec 08, 2017 7:44 am

    "You must have known a real pig! Only rude people eat like that, and I think Lunette's a lot more refined."

    ...Well, she wasn't wrong. Scaramouche wisely avoided going down the rabbit hole, however. "Um... yeah~!" the android chuckled nervously. He rubbed the back of his plated head and nodded, "I, er, didn't really encounter a lot of organics durin' their need to feed, y'know? And, like, bein' a robot and all, my particular model doesn't exactly ingest for the sole purpose of nourishment. Only the real high-end models could process organic foodstuffs like that!" This is the part where the snake-weasels in Korra's head abruptly stopped. Why would an artificial construct digest food, she may wonder? Well, kid... let's not tarnish your innocence just yet.

    "You're welcome~!" Backhanded compliments were some of Scaramouche's favorite things. He was also quite good with them. "Oh, so you were like an element-bendin' Buddha, huh?" ...Yeah, no. Korra was way too strong-headed and naive to embrace such an ascetic lifestyle. It was kind of cruel, actually. Expecting a youngster to unify and protect the world? ...Seriously? It's like these crazy yahoos didn't believe in hormones or naivety. "Hon~! Don't be too hard on yourself, kiddo." A little reassurance does wonders, and who better to appreciate it than a young dame like Korra? "I mean, look," Scaramouche began, gesturing, "bein' the Avatar is a lifelong gig, right? Therefore, folks can't honestly expect ya to know everythin' there is about the job. Ya got some mighty big shoes to fill, kid! A lot of wisdom comes with time and experience. I'm sure with a lil' elbow grease and self-reflection, you'll be one of the greatest Avatars yet!" And that was definitely not a backhanded compliment.

    "Mandatory, huh? So what're the other parts of a heroic party?"

    Hm! A very inquisitive wringer, and one this old 'bot could answer. "Well," he smiled, "you usually got the hero - you, in this case - the antihero, the nice guy, the bad boy, femme fatale, harlequin - that's me~! - the hot shot, the jock, the outlaw, tomboy - also you - tragic hero, and... oh, what else?" As the Avatar could see, there were a lot of stock characters - the list went on and on! "...I guess some other common ones would be the smarty-pants, the wizened old professor and/or wizard, and the farmer's daughter! There's also the supervillain, but they wouldn't be in a heroic party - not usually, anyway. If they are, it's for their own gain or convenience." Wait, what's this about him talking too much...? "Why I never!" he decried, indignant. No, it was true. Scaramouche had the bad habit of running his metal gob; usually to the point of trouble, too... He couldn't let Korra get the upper-hand over him, though. The robot looked away with a mighty huff. "I talk just enough, thank you." Why yes, he was sore. "When ya don't gotta breathe, kiddo, you'll find that a lot of things open up for ya - talkin' for great lengths is one of 'em. It's a very useful skill!" Read: not really. It was honestly more trouble than it was worth.

    "Yeah? Well, I'm the master of... Mmm....ban...ter?"

    Point in case. Scaramouche loudly tutted and shook his head. "Weak, very weak," he criticized. But absolutely not as weak as Korra missing his (naughty) double entendre. Did the android really have to spell it out for this doe-eyed blockhead? "W... White meat is another way of sayin' breasts. Like, as in chicken breasts?" Did that ring a bell? Yes? ...No?

    Fwap!

    ...Oh, was that a limp-handed slap? At him?

    Let it be known that Scaramouche didn't like being compared to gross, filthy things. For obvious reasons, of course. The robot immediately grabbed a nearby pillow and placed it squarely above his metal head as if hoping it would hide his licentious origins. "Mmngh - mmngh - mmngh...!" Aw, listen to such pathetic, guilty mumbling. "Hey, you asked!" he whined. "I can't help it that I know this stuff, alright? And I didn't say ya should slap 'em! That's, like, a kink not everyone is into..." Man, this was no longer fun. Now the robot just felt incredibly dirty. How embarrasing! ...But not embarrassed enough to let Korra's mistake slide. Cyan diodes blinked underneath the pillow's shadow. "Strap-ons," Scaramouche corrected. Mm, her smirk only made the android glower. "If I tell ya, are ya gonna hit me again?" Oh yes, he was petulant and looking to milk the opportunity for as much as it was worth. Scaramouched lowered the pillow with an exaggerated harrumph, his expression sour. "...They're just adult toys ya strap around your pelvis and use to penetrate your partner. Designed with women in mind, obviously. They can also come in all shapes and sizes for your various sexual appetites." See? That was fairly tame. He could be tame!
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Sat Dec 09, 2017 8:32 am

    As Scaramouche spoke, Korra still found herself falling down into a rabbit hole. Thankfully for the robot, it had nothing to do with his checkered past and everything to do with those teeth. If he wasn't made to chew food... The young Avatar found herself staring for perhaps a few seconds too long before she shook it off and remembered that it was polite to respond when people spoke to you. "Uh, right! Well, I have to hand it to you. You're not exactly wrong...it's just good manners to eat slowly rather than shoveling everything in your mouth at once. That really could make you choke..." Why would anybody make a robot who could eat? Where would that food go? The snake-weasels in her brain chattered and eventually shrugged at each other. They couldn't come up with an answer!

    Pfft...shameless. Still, she didn't seem insulted by the backhanded nature of his compliment. "Yeah, yeah, an element-bending Buddha!" Immediately after she agreed, Korra quickly cocked her head to the side. "...What's Buddha?" Was this like how Fear liked to call her 'Little Miss Tibet'? Weird. This revelation about her role back home lead to a bout of reassurance. Some of the things he told her echoed words of others, such as Bailey. Even Sokka, a little bit! Otherwise? The only one from home who sounded similar was Tenzin. Everybody else seemed to immediately expect wisdom and experience from her. As if being reborn from Aang meant it was as much a part of her as her bright blue eyes were. But it weren't. It came with time. With exploration. Taking a deep breath to steel herself, Korra reached over to clasp a hand over Scaramouche's bigger metal one. "Thank you. I haven't...heard that enough. It means a lot to hear it now." Better than never, right? Uncle Mochi proved himself as far as being an uncle goes! "I suppose I can keep on that track, and try to be the best Avatar this place could ever have!" The...only Avatar, sure, but that was nuance.

    "Well, you usually got the hero - you, in this case - the antihero, the nice guy, the bad boy, femme fatale, harlequin - that's me~! - the hot shot, the jock, the outlaw, tomboy - also you - tragic hero, and... smarty-pants, the wizened old professor and/or wizard, and the farmer's daughter!"

    Okay... That was a doozy. Korra did not expect to get so many roles but, she asked for it! Interested, she counted each role on her fingers as she put those snake-weasels to work with some pondering. Her three friends did not so easily fit into these pegs! "Most of my friends are mish-mashes of those roles! Like Bolin and Mako, they were the friends I mentioned earlier? Bolin would be the nice guy, the harlequin, and a jock! His brother Mako would be...hot shot, jock, kind of outlaw?" Her smile turned a bit strained, realizing how bad that might sound. Korra, befriending of vagrant outlaws! "It's a long story, but I promise he wasn't a low down dirty crook! My other friend Asami, I guess she'd be the smarty-pants and...farmer's daughter? But her dad was an inventor, not a farmer...maybe not that..." Korra nibbled on the tip of her thumb in thought. One more plausible role struck her like a snake-weasel bite on the butt! "And Tenzin is the wizened old Professor! He was my Airbending instructor and pretty much everything spiritual." Her attention fully shifted onto the robot, smiling to herself. "You remind me of him, but you're not nearly as uptight as he is." Talk about ruffled feathers...that man was an entire rustled dragon!

    Whoops, and speaking of ruffled feathers. The huffy robot had returned. She seemed nonplussed at his well-informed response, only leaning forward ever so slightly into his personal space. "Soooo...what you're saying is..." Korra did her best impression of a 'crap-eating' grin. "You talk too much!" Sounded like it to her! No need to breathe, so he could yadda-yadda-yadda like a rabid polar bear dog! Yep. No fighting this one, Uncle Mochi! "Yeah, it was a little weak. I tried!" The breasts thing, though? "..." You really activated her almonds this time. Korra's brows furrowed until she looked as if the robot had asked her to find the meaning of life. "I never thought of it like that...but...okay. I guess? Honestly I like her hips too..." The young woman loved chicken, but when she was chowing down on a chicken breasts she didn't think 'oh yeah, chicken boobs! My favorite!'. Note to self, stick to drumsticks for a while.

    "..." Oh no. Guilty mumbling... Korra had never heard that from the robot before! Leaning back to give him some space, she began to gnaw on her own lip anxiously. Why was he using that pillow as a shield? Had she been too rough? Or was that just...the very worst kind of reaction? Oh geez. Upon being asked if any follow-up descriptions would get him smacked, the Avatar could only sigh, seeming a bit guilty herself. "No...I promise. No more hitting you." She didn't even respond to the correction, far too worried over whatever faux pas she'd made! This demanded an apology, but right now wasn't the time for it. The young woman swallowed her worries and gave Scaramouche her full attention! ...What a time to give such attention. They'd touched upon this earlier but to have it all laid out... Woof. Her face heated up in a dark blush at such a proposition! The one thing she didn't think she could do with Bailey! Not that she was really up for that yet. Korra could barely touch bubs! "Thank you. I uh...that could happen eventually. Maybe...I'll have to talk to Bailey. But now I know! Thank you"

    Now seemed as good a time as any to apologize, now that such important knowledge had been imparted. "Listen, Scaramouche..." Korra faced that understandable sourpuss head-on, offering him a concerned frown. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you. I just didn't expect you to give that one answer..." How even did that work? How did the boob-did the guy sit on the woman's chest? -Does she lean over his groin?! What?! Ugh, brain getting off-track. "Even if I didn't think you'd say something like that, I did come to you to learn about this. So...I was wrong to slap you."
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Mon Jan 01, 2018 1:49 pm

    It's laughably easy falling down the rabbit hole, isn't it? Scaramouche remained a good sport as Korra eyeballed his teeth for longer than was socially acceptable. He couldn't blame her, really. Most organics were at times disturbed by how lifelike automatons could be; it was like staring into an eerie, artificial mirror. "Eh, chokin' ain't as bad as you squishies make it out to be," the robot offhandedly remarked, speaking from experience. "Ya gag once and ya get over the feelin'. True fact! Also, I got teeth 'cause I'm designed after humans. It's kind of a standard feature~!" Wouldn't it be strange if Scaramouche had no teeth at all, his mouth instead just this great black and empty void from which sound emitted and echoed? "The alternative is worse," he added.

    "Yeah, yeah, an element-bending Buddha! ...What's Buddha?"

    Oh boy.

    Scaramouche didn't consider him a spiritual guru or even religious, but he did have access to a plethora of online databases. Thank you, free wireless internet! "Hon hon~! Talk about a fairly complex and labyrinthine question steeped in millennia of historical perspectives!" AKA: a topic that can't be adequately discussed in a single day's time. "Fortunately for you, kiddo, I'm a robot... I can cheat and skip all that fluff~!" The notorious grin on Scaramouche's metal face spoke volumes. "To put it simply, the Buddha's kinda like... well, you! He was a sage who roamed the lands and taught his beliefs to those willin' to listen, hopin' to better the world and usher forth an era of... mm, enlightenment, I guess? Somethin' like that... No offense to you organics are nothin', but we robots don't parse well whenever it concerns spiritualism." That would require the possession of a soul, you see. Something organic masters typically didn't like because then their 'properties' would begin asking the harder questions of life. The android largely shrugged as he continued, "And to be perfectly on the level with ya, kid, the Buddha's teachings largely seem like common sense. The world is always in constant flux... nothin' is permanent... sufferin' is inherent to happiness as happiness is to sufferin'... good thoughts lead to good speech lead to good actions lead to good... life? Preachy stuff like that! Basically, live a positive and meditative lifestyle and you'll gradually achieve your own spiritual peace while denyin' the temptations and sufferin' that pervades all of existence." Sounds pretty intense, right? Almost like certain air nomads.

    "But hey~!" Korra found her side gently nudged by the android's elbow. "Why weigh yourself down with all that restrictive crapola, right? You're young; make a few mistakes and live life, kiddo! After all, isn't that how we all learn?" A knowing chuckle escaped Scaramouche's throat. "Wisdom comes from experience, and experience is gained through the trials and tribulations we, and others, face. Ya can't know everythin' or contemplate the finer details if ya haven't metaphorically stubbed your toe a few times. And if you're really smart, you'll let others mangle their feet for ya~! Just remember to learn and avoid past mistakes, hm?" That was the crucial part in any lifelong equation. Anyway, enough about religion and crud! Korra's friends sounded far more interesting.

    Bolin...

    Mako...

    Asami...

    Tenzin...

    Each name was categorized and filed for future reference in the robot's extensive memory banks. "Weird..." Optics whirred and rotated in their motorized sockets as Scaramouche thoroughly scanned the organic seated beside him. "Given your racial morphology, kid, I wouldn't have thought your friends possessin' largely Asiatic names. You seem kinda... indigenous." Then again, Korra didn't sound like any Inuit name he knew. Maybe she was from an alternate alternate Earth? Revelation aside, Scaramouche quickly grinned from auditory receptor-to-auditory receptor. "Hon~! Shoulda known you'd have a thing for rogues, though. Most girls your age do~!" This seemed like a characteristic shared by females of all makes and worlds; yet another thing Scaramouche could never understand. Bad boys could be royal jerks. What was so fascinating about them? Maybe it was largely about masochism and rebellious desire...

    "And Tenzin is the wizened old Professor! He was my Airbending instructor and pretty much everything spiritual. You remind me of him, but you're not nearly as uptight as he is."

    "Hm...? Oh, well~!" The android laughed and meekly shrugged. Being compared to this Tenzin guy was a compliment, right? "What can I say, kid? I've been around the block enough times to have a few of life's greater mysteries all figured out. Like I said, experience comes from age~!" And the robot was well past his shelf-life. Scaramouche glanced off to the side, coughing, "...It also comes from lots and lots of trauma, but we won't go into the nitty-gritty." But yes, he does talk too much - an honest fact Scaramouche couldn't possibly refute.

    Didn't stop him from shooting Korra a dirty look, though.

    He limply flicked his wrist, largely dismissive of the Avatar's cheekiness. "Eh... When ya got hundreds of thoughts racin' through your head a mile a minute and ya simultaneously gotta sort 'em out ASAP or else the boys down in Central Processin' throttle and burn the garage down, then ya can talk to me about bein' a jabberjaw, kid." The nerve of organics sometimes! They thought themselves oh so clever.

    "Listen, Scaramouche... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have slapped you. I just didn't expect you to give that one answer... Even if I didn't think you'd say something like that, I did come to you to learn about this. So...I was wrong to slap you."

    ???

    Was... Was Korra feeling awful about herself? In his presence?

    "O-Oh no, don't feel bad~!" It was like a flip had switched in the android's head; consider the aforementioned garage burning as Scaramouche frantically waved his metal hands. "It's fine, really~! So ya, like, hit me or whatever. I kinda deserved it, huh~? I was bein' a pill and knew how sensitive you are to this kind of bodily stuff, but I was a jerk and pretty much dropped the equivalent of an anvil on your innocent head." He wore an apologetic smile, crooked and submissive, and tried his hardest to cheer up the Avatar - his guest and friend! "Besides! We robots are kinda made for beatings, y'know? Hon hon~! It's not like metal can't be repaired or - uh-oh." Scaramouche promptly shut his prattling trap and seized, staring awkwardly at some indiscriminate point on the horizon. Give the old boy a moment for his processes to reboot and pick up their digital spaghetti.

    ...
    ...
    ...

    "Well fuck," he muttered quietly. "I did it again. Hon~! Whoops, dropped an F-bomb." The robot cleared his throat and once again addressed Korra, seemingly all butterflies and rainbows. "Sorry~! I chased the rabbit and went on a tangent. Anyway, thanks for apologizin', kiddo, but seriously! Don't beat yourself up about it. We're Gucci~!" Suddenly, Korra ought to realize that managing hundreds of thoughts at once wasn't a good - or even a sane - ability.
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Korra on Fri Jan 05, 2018 6:43 pm

    "Eh, chokin' ain't as bad as you squishies make it out to be,"

    Whoa! What?! "'Ain't as bad as we make it out to be'?" Korra parroted, brows raised. The young woman wasn't exactly offended! Just...perplexed! How could choking not be that bad?! The robot's 'advice' didn't exactly clear up anything on this subject either. A hand rose to gently brush against her own neck with a grimace. "Anytime I've ever choked on something, I've gagged a lot more than once... And there can be injuries to the inside of the throat if you aren't careful." Maybe Scaramouche was just...apparently...a pro at choking??? What was the android even choking on exactly...? That mind-blower was exchanged for another, pondering what the alternative to human-like teeth could be. There couldn't be any other option than...no...teeth? Just a gaping black hole in the face? A brief shudder ran from her neck down the length of her spine. "Okay, okay, yeah...I'll take the teeth." Brr!

    Hm! Who could have known this Buddha guy would be so complicated? Millennia? The Avatar pulled her knees close as she prepared herself for a long story, only for the wise Uncle Mochi to summarize it! Maybe it'd be something to look into at the library? Especially since he was so similar to herself. Everything Scaramouche explained about 'Buddha' sounded as if it came from the mouths of the White Lotus themselves! She shifted into a more relaxed position, arms curling around a knee comfortably as Korra offered the robot a sheepish smile. "I'm not so great at it either, so we're two peas in a pod there!" Some of Buddha's specific teachings eventually broke off from sounding like Avatar rhetoric, and resembled Tenzin's own customs! "Huh...Tenzin lived like that, with his family and the Air Acolytes!" Yep, definitely gonna have to look this guy up!

    "But hey~! Why weigh yourself down with all that restrictive crapola, right? You're young; make a few mistakes and live life, kiddo! After all, isn't that how we all learn?"

    ...! That was new! Those bright blue eyes widened, mouth slightly agape as Korra gawked at her robotic uncle as if he'd just told her that jerky was made of tree bark! But she was well and truly shocked. Scaramouche was the first mentor, the first adult figure in her life, to actually suggest that she not immediately shackle herself to such a restrictive and unforgiving path. Instead, he urged her to be smart, but to allow herself to learn through experience. In his optics, everything would turn out nicely so long as she learned from past mistakes! The young woman in a pensive quiet, dropping her gaze to her lap. With such a reaction, she knew she owed him a response or explanation but for some reason...it was hard.

    Gathering her thoughts, Korra swallowed thickly and let her mouth do the talking. "That's...the first time anybody's ever given me that kind of advice. It's one thing to make mistakes while training to bend the elements, but when I was supposed to round up Equalists, take out Amon, protect Republic City..." She trailed off, nudging her chin atop her knee. "I always felt like people were already pushing me to be just like all the other Avatars. To already know everything and never make any mistakes. It was...stressful. T-...thank you for telling me I can make a few mistakes, Scaramouche. I'm learning, and working on knowing my limits. Hearing this sort of thing from you and Bailey helps a lot." She lifted her gaze to give him a grateful smile. Having people like them in her corner, reminding her that they didn't expect her to be perfect, it helped more than the Avatar could say.

    "Hm...?" Korra blinked, confused before she caught onto what he was saying! Well, the 'Asiatic' part passed over her skull, but she could infer. "Oh, that's because they were all from Republic City! It's the capital of the United Republic, and the most diverse place in my world! Tenzin's mother was from the Southern Water Tribe like me, but his father was Avatar Aang and an Air Nomad! Between you and me, I think Aang was the one to name 'im." She leaned in, whispering the last part in a hush as if it was a secret. Giggling lightly, Korra focused back to the topic at hand. "But yeah, that's probably why their names are so different compared to mine! Especially since both of my parents are from the Water Tribes, while Bolin, Mako, Asami, and Tenzin are mixed!" Playful gabbing turned to a sputtering sheepishness as the robot poked fun at her taste in guys. Cheeks darkening at the accusation, the young woman nevertheless tried to defend herself! "I-I don't have a thing for rogues! He's just kinda...moody and rude, b-but he was really smart and strong and he loved his brother!" That didn't make it sound any better! Could that really be considered roguish? Mako definitely had roguish good looks... "...Okay, maybe a little." Hearing that apparently all girls had a 'thing' for them helped a smidgen.

    Trauma didn't sound good, especially when it involved her robotic uncle, but it sounded like Scaramouche didn't want to get into it. Korra gave him a concerned frown, but respected his wishes with nothing more than a firm nod. "One day I'll reach your level of experience! But...hopefully not too soon." She winked up at him playfully. "I'm gonna enjoy my time as a youngster while I have it!" Robot goobledy-gok was next, the Avatar blinking at him blankly with only one response to show that she had been paying attention. "You have a garage?" Sorry, that sentence alone proved you were a jabberjaw!

    One moment, the robot had been suitable upset for having been smacked on the chest, and now he was suddenly fine? The mood switch was enough to give Korra whiplash! Especially when Scaramouche began to prattle on about how he deserved it for being a pill, and how he was made to be beaten up anyway! She opened her mouth as if to protest, only to shut it just as quickly with a small click! once he seemed to...? Well. It was as if he spaced right out! Right to the moon! The Avatar kept quiet, partially out of respect and partially out of fear that saying something could make him explode! Once he returned to 'Earth', it was with a swear. Between that and his reaction, the tension of the moment seeped out of her by way of a firm chuckle. That was definitely a tangent, worrisome at that, but maybe something to leave alone. She knew when she was encroaching on a buzzard wasp nest when she saw one! "I-it's fine!" A hand settled on Scaramouche's striated arm, giving it a soft squeeze. "As long as we're both okay, and you're not hurt, we're...Gucci. Like you said!" What an odd phrase, but she said it with a grin!
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    Re: Advice from the Robotic Uncle

    Post by Scaramouche on Sat Jan 20, 2018 3:36 pm

    ...Hm, what a peculiar reaction out of Korra. Perhaps she, an organic, simply didn't comprehend a robot's perspective? Or perhaps Scaramouche, a robot, didn't understand hers... Either way, the android's optics rotated in their sockets with a mechanized whir, his processors racing for a logical explanation. "Well..." he began hesitantly, "I guess it is a lil' harder when ya gotta breathe and stuff? I, uh, don't need to... for obvious reasons." Poor organics... they were dreadfully fragile and riddled with severe design flaws! It almost had Scaramouche questioning why he was created in their image, but that was a philosophical thought for another time.

    "I'm not so great at it either, so we're two peas in a pod there!"

    Now that boded well, didn't it?

    Scaramouche didn't miss an opportunity to heckle his guest. "Hon~! Aren't ya the Avatar, though?" the robot pointed out, flashing Korra a slightly obnoxious grin. "I dunno 'bout you, kid, but I got a valid excuse. Spiritualism to a robot is as binary computation is to the average organic! We don't crunch things unless we're either programmed to, or - and this ain't a given with 'bots, so remember - we've developed past our hard-coded parameters through sheer willpower and/or trauma. The latter is a lot harder than it sounds, trust me." Ah, but the plucky android was merely jesting. Korra was still young - learning! What would she know about complexities of the soul at her age? It would seem, however, that the lil' doe-eyed tenderfoot hadn't experienced a more forgiving environment back home... Scaramouche carefully examined the Avatar's mannerisms in the way only a diligent robot could, his power supply aching for the crestfallen organic beside him. "That bad, huh?" It must be soul-crushing, raised with the expectation that you were supposed to be a great and powerful leader of the civilized world; left no room to grow, no room to breathe. It left no room to just be you. As a robot, an artificial construct expected to serve and obey, he could sympathize with Korra's anguish.

    A compassionate metal hand rested gently upon the Avatar's brawny shoulder. "Don't sweat the small stuff, kid!" Scaramouche encouraged with a toothy smile. "Even though you and I weren't allowed individuality in our respective societies, that doesn't mean we gotta keep following such cruel, prohibitive doctrines. You are you and I am me, and we got a whole new world that'll let us be who we wanna be! Make your mistakes, kiss your girlfriend, and just smile. Life's pretty freakin' Gucci, so spend it laughin'~!" Not terrible advice from a lackadaisical fool, hm? Stick around this old 'bot, Korra; you just might learn a thing or two.

    "Oh, that's because they were all from Republic City! It's the capital of the United Republic, and the most diverse place in my world! Tenzin's mother was from the Southern Water Tribe like me, but his father was Avatar Aang and an Air Nomad! Between you and me, I think Aang was the one to name 'im. But yeah, that's probably why their names are so different compared to mine! Especially since both of my parents are from the Water Tribes, while Bolin, Mako, Asami, and Tenzin are mixed!"

    "Whoa..." Scaramouche's optics dilated two-fold as he stared off into the distance, bewildered. "Like, talk about data overload!" Republic City? Southern Water Tribe? ...Air Nomad? Yeah no, consider the robot at a loss for words - shocker! "I... I guess you people really have a hard-on for the elements, huh~?"

    "I-I don't have a thing for rogues! He's just kinda...moody and rude, b-but he was really smart and strong and he loved his brother!"

    Mhm...

    "...Okay, maybe a little."

    Mhm...

    "Who're you foolin'~?" Not to toot his own flute, but Scaramouche wasn't last century's model - he knew what folks liked! "Puh-lease!" He removed his hand off Korra's shoulder and flicked it gaily, not buying it. "If ya think I'm gonna believe ya for a second, kid, then you're crazier than a bag of wet cats! Ol' Scaramouche knows things, see... He knows a lot of things~!" The android tapped his metal temple and winked. "Bad boys embody a certain type of thrill - a forbidden fruit, if ya will. They're unpredictable, rough around the edges, someone ya don't bring him to Momma~! But on the same token they can be also be too unpredictable, too rough, and break your Momma's heart - yours too, if ya ain't careful." Essentially, it was no different than playing with fire. "I know this is gonna sound old of me? And probably borin', but heed your Uncle Mochi when he says: don't listen to your hormones. 'Kay? Listen to your head and then your heart. If the guy's - or gal's - a rotten scumbag, ditch him like yesterday's fashion and don't look back. You're too smart and spirited to fall for someone who won't treat ya right, and I'd hate to see ya make the same mistake so many of us have." Life's too short to spend it crying and crippled by regret!

    ...Wait, what's this about a garage? Cyan diodes flickered; the equivalent of a blink. "I don't have a car to put in a garage, silly~!" Oi vey, that Korra... what a blockhead! Didn't she know a metaphor when she heard one, or did they not have English classes back in Republic City?

    "I-it's fine! As long as we're both okay, and you're not hurt, we're...Gucci. Like you said!"

    Ooh, she said Gucci~!

    Metal plating heated up beneath Korra's touch. "Hon hon~! Nah, it's fine, kid," Scaramouche reassured. No harm no foul! "I'm sorry ya got flustered and felt waaaay over your head; sometimes I kinda forget just how prudish or sheltered some of ya are..." One of the (many) drawbacks of being a modified comfort and entertainment unit, the android supposed. Speaking of that... "You, uh, got any other questions relatin' to adult topics?" he asked. "Speak now or forever hold your peace, 'cause the offer is only goin' once, goin' twice~!"

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