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I see Rainbows...
Louis Armstrong croons in a scratchy recording over the antique speakers. The old turntable is an oddity amid the menagerie of mad science technology that clutters the room.
A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.
"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.
A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.
A cyborg cat moves like a spider across the ceiling with it's extra limbs as it stalks a fly buzzing around the overhead lights.
"Mittens, you're gonna break the lamp again." The Maker chides his pet. He really needs to upgrade the cat's logic routines.
A vacuum attachment on his hand busies itself with cleaning up the errant feathers on the floor. Warren really thrashed around at first during the procedure. The Maker felt a sense of happy satisfaction knowing that his new friend would never know doubt or fear again. A wave of sublime contentment washed over him as he considered his accomplishment. The Summers family needed good men like him.
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"Strong enough."
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It also helps that she's here to put him through his paces. She wouldn't be able to do that in her own way if she retaliated. Instead, she turns her mind back to analyzing, which isn't altogether unpleasant.
Interesting. Many possibilities. Oh, Charles. You HAVE to let me have this one!
She runs her hands along the feathers, observing the movements and reactions. Then she looks back to him with a smirk, her arms stretching out along the edge of the wing.
"What else can they do?"
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This would be why feathers will slide up between her legs, then drag down her belly lightly.
"Just give me a chance to show you, huh?"