“What are you doing?” He frowns, and she knows he hates people knowing too much about him.
“Just looking,” and she does that head-tilty smile thing that makes him want to leave the room in frustration and something else he can’t quite articulate. “I didn’t know you liked music.”
“No, I’m a robot who lives in a cardboard box lined with felt. Of course I like music.”
This exchange is so, so them, I can't believe it. The felt is an esepecially funny Lassiter touch.
And as for the highback chair: wow. WOW. I'm just...wow. The idea of the two of them in this big room, acting out some kind of Barbara Stanwyck/Fred MacMurray scene when they're so Doris/RockTony...it's like the universe exploded in awesome.
Happy birfday to me indeed! I'm smiling the flower so so much.
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“Just looking,” and she does that head-tilty smile thing that makes him want to leave the room in frustration and something else he can’t quite articulate. “I didn’t know you liked music.”
“No, I’m a robot who lives in a cardboard box lined with felt. Of course I like music.”
This exchange is so, so them, I can't believe it. The felt is an esepecially funny Lassiter touch.
And as for the highback chair: wow. WOW. I'm just...wow. The idea of the two of them in this big room, acting out some kind of Barbara Stanwyck/Fred MacMurray scene when they're so Doris/RockTony...it's like the universe exploded in awesome.
Happy birfday to me indeed! I'm smiling the flower so so much.