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Right, because I'd totally have a problem with that.

[Is it really not that bad? He doesn't seem very concerned with the door at all, so the best thing to do is what he says. Maybe she'll have to brace a little, especially in these heels, but she can pull at his arms or hold onto the chair itself or whatever he needs to pull this off. Of course before she does that she opens the actual door - with Boxer in front of it no one's going to try a single thing, after all.

So!! Time to get him inside!!]

Don't get so excited. Not yet.

[It's rather simple, if a little unwieldy: he has her pull them down when he lifts himself up, bracing himself on the handles of his wheelchair. Easy enough. And he does make an interesting scene "walking" through her door, going at it with a crab side-walk as his tentacles hold him about three feet off the ground, a synchronized walk between them to get him through the door. It's a slow but smooth process.

After he's through, he settles to sit on the ground while he reaches outside the doorframe to pull his wheelchair in through the door, though he hasn't decided if he wants to get back on it or not just yet. Will it be able to navigate through her apartment...?]

Edited 2016-03-24 04:15 (UTC)

[Well that's ... Interesting. Pretty much from beginning to end. Mostly she just feels a bit guilty that he does all the work himself, aside from the very beginning parts. But once he's actually in and got his chair settled firmly inside of her apartment the rest is smooth sailing! It's all smooth hardwood, the most trouble he would have is being in the kitchen, and that's mostly because he wouldn't have room to turn - it's a forward or backward entrance/exit there.

Nariko's apartment is ... Kind of standard, and it's mostly compromised of a living room, a tiny dining space, and the kitchen, which is has the sort of clean shine that comes with a complete lack of use. There are pictures of herself and her brother along the walls with one or two rare pieces of artwork she enjoyed - abstract, bright things that made her happy. It's a place that is somehow both warm and bright.]

So, this is it!

[The place is definitely small, and she can afford better but, eh, it's got that lived in quality for a reason.] But what you want to see is down here.

[Down the hallway, her bedroom and bathroom are on the right side, and her workspace is on the left.]

[After taking a look around, he figures that it'd be easier to get around in his chair, so he hops on it. He's not wearing his "pants" anymore and he might look a little weird with just his suit top, but...he's pretty comfortable like this. He takes a look at one of the pictures of her and Nathan as he goes by it, giving it a soft, fond smile before Nariko calls out to him.]

Coming!

[Scoot scoot down the hall.]

Is this where the magic happens?

[Both senses of the word: work and play.]

[Well, the play is in her bedroom, the work is where she leads him to. Her 'office' is ... An organized mess. It's the biggest room so it's comfortably wide so that her drafting table and chair are no big deal. There's a mess of different pens, pencils, rulers to one side, and on the other are stacks of boxes.]

More or less! Sorry it's a little bit of a wreck, I think you're the first person to come in here.

[Chris might have peeked in thinking she was here or something, but that doesn't exactly count. Going to one side, Nariko stands up on her tiptoes to ruffle in one of the boxes and pulls out .... What looks like a skeletal figure of a dog, all metal and exposed wiring.] I never finished the body, but this was going to be my sophomore project before I switched to architecture! His name is - was - Amadeus.

[Intimidating, right?]

It's alright.

[Having no office of himself, he can...honestly understand why this place woud be so cluttered. It needs to be, for all those tools and quick references. He has to be careful, though, and he doesn't move much without making thoroughly sure that he's not going to knock over anything precariously balanced.

As for her little robo-dog, though...he's not really sure what to make of it. It sure is intimidating, but he doesn't feel like making that kind of comment on an unfinished project. One thing's for sure, though, he is fascinated by it.]

Amadeus, huh...? If you have time, you should finish him up! Looks like he wants some love.

I guess, but even if I did, I'm not sure what I'd do with him.

[It's not a real dog that she'd have to feed, obviously! But she'd essentially finish it just to put it away again, and that sort of defeated the point, right? She shakes the limp frame before reaching back into the Boxes of the Past and tugging out a sketchbook.]

I had a lot of stuff like that planned, just sort of making it all for it's own sake, without an actual goal.

[And that's somewhat clear in each design she shows him, the sharp lines of various little robots contrast with her loopy handwriting.]

[He looks a little kicked when she shakes the frame. When she's digging into her boxes, he reaches out with his tentacles and takes the almost robo-dog from her to put it in his lap, petting it like it could feel it while he looks over her doodled projects.]

You could patent these guys and sell them as toys...but if you didn't want to put in that kind of work, you could just make them for fun.

[Damn it, even her handwriting is cute. And she's great at drawing, too. How did he find someone so talented by chance?]

[To be fair drawing was very much a learned discipline, and she failed technical drawing two times before she became any good at putting her thoughts into an image. The handwriting, though, has always been cute!]

You think kids would want them? [She pulls out another little creation, it's shaped like a floppy starfish.] Maybe they could be sort of educational, or work like little protectors? Freak out and make noises if certain creepy phrases are used ...

[Just make them for fun, huh? She couldn't help thinking that was something of a waste, and maybe a bit lonely. What was the sense in making anything if you couldn't give it purpose?] I guess it wouldn't really hurt, and if nothing else I can show them to you now.

[If he was still a kid? Of course he'd want one of these little guys; he never had a whole lot of toys when he was young. Heck, he wants them now.]

Or they could just be companions.

[A purpose doesn't always have to be an active job. Until she pulls out that little starfish! His eyes light up.]

Wait--wait, that--! Do you think it could be made to be a tank cleaner?

[Well, she could at least finish Amadeus for him, and then he could have a toy of his own! A custom one, at that.

But the excitement he displays at her BotFish is completely unexpected. A tank cleaner, huh? She holds its form in both hands, looking it over. It's got a decent framework and a shape but not much else, so it could really be anything.]

Sure, it would just have to scrub at the glass, right?

[She doesn't know anything about tanks or cleaning them so that's her best guess!]

[Amadeus will have his own little robo-doggy bed right next to the soon to be dubbed Sex Couch.

She'll learn a lot about tank cleaning if she wants to once she stays at his place for a while.]

At the very least, yeah. But it'd be even better if it had it's own filter for the stuff it scrubs off the side...or else it'll just settle in the rocks.

[Which is kind of an unavoidable chore in the end but if the little thing could just help him keep the walls clean it'd mean he'd have to clean his tank a whole lot less.]

Shouldn't be too bad. [She turns it over in her hands a bit. It might need a bit of retooling since none of these parts are waterproof and might end up rusting if left in his tank. She'd have to start from the beginning but the possibility doesn't bother her at all. Having a set goal felt nice, doubly so when it was something of an unknown one - she'd have to learn a little more to pull this off even somewhat effectively.]

It already had an air filter, but it probably needs to be stronger, and it can't be so rough that it harms the glass, either.

[Granted, his tank is probably very durable.] If I give it a little home pad it can get out and rest there when it needs to charge or have the filter cleaned, too ...

[Excuse her, Boxer, she needs her sketchpad back, and thank goodness she's already got a pencil out. Just - a minute or two, that's all she needs! Some of this is really good and should be examined later!]

[He's beaming at her. They've only begun to get to know each other, and it was mostly through a sex-tinted lense, but the picture he's looking at right now is just as great, if not better. To capture her in a moment enraptured by her passion and creativity...

There's no way in hell is he going to interrupt this. He watches for a while before speaking up.]

You want anything from the kitchen?

[She's completely ignorant to his expression and anything that might linger behind it. There's hardly any distracting her when she's int his state, and more than once she turns to look back into the box, huffing. She'll have to go shopping for a lot of various parts but that's hardly a big deal.]

What?

[Oh, hey, Boxer.]

Sure? [Except.] ... There's not a lot in there, though.

[Water, tea, strawberry lemonade, a box of cereal, miscellaneous cans? There's basically nothing in her kitchen, though he's free to look all the same!]

We'll see what I can get my hands on.

[Poor Nariko! Does this mean she eats out all the time? Now he really has to treat her to a home-cooked meal or a dozen. Still, that doesn't mean he can't make the best of what he finds.

What he returns with is the best brewed cup of tea that would ever come out of the tea she has, placing it on what he thinks is the most benign place that he can find on her desk.]

[Look, they live in a city where every culture in the world has a restaurant that allows for delivery! Why endanger herself when she could just order in? The exception is, of course, her jasmine tea, the one thing she can make decently on her own, and is always in the house.

When he comes back, though, she'll be at her drafting table. When he sets the cup down she's brought back to reality again.] Thank you!

[She goes for the cup, paying no mind to the heat, and instead gestures towards the multiple sheets of paper she's managed to draw and write all over. There's an entirely new design for it's overall look, the schematics she needs for the insides, as well as a possible charging station for it.] I think I'll have to make it a little bigger than it is now, but if I do then it should be easy enough to install the right brushes and a sizable enough filter to hold all the bad stuff. I don't know how often it has to be cleaned but I think it should be able to go over at least three times before it needs recharging, or to be cleaned itself.

[Boxer's tank is huge, so hopefully that's not too unrealistic a goal.] I just need to figure out the power station, and where to get the brushes. Shouldn't take more than a week or two.

[... Three, if they end up spending a lot of time together.]

[He looks over her notes as best he can, though to layman eyes like his it takes a while to get through it all, understand it like it's meant to be.]

This is awesome, Nariko.

[But it's only now that he realizes that he's essentially asked her to do work for him! Even if she's really enjoying it...it's still skilled labor that came of hours of studying and practice. Skilled labor she should probably be paid for, because this little thing will make his life easier!]

Hey, uh...how should I repay you for all of this...?

Don't worry about that.

[Why would he have to repay her? It's something she's choosing to do and take on, it's not as if he really even asked her to make it for him! And even if he had, it's not as if she had established rates or whatever the hell. That was part of the joy of being paid by the government, they just kind of went with it and she didn't have to think about it.]

I'm doing it because it's fun, and it's not like you're going to need it right away. [He probably has a way to take care of his tank and such right now, after all.]

[To get her back into her passion was kind of the reason why he angled for this...so he's easy enough to convince in that regard.]

So...oral, then.

[He gives her a wide grin.]

Huh?! [Her thoughts had been so far off from any kind of physicality that to hear anything about it is briefly shocking.] Oh, geez! [And then she laughs, before sipping her tea.]

I might actually need a little more practice with you, so I'll just end up owing you again.

[There's a chance she misunderstood something here.]

No, no. [A chuckle.] I mean that's how I'll have to repay you. Oral.

[Something that he can work on that they'll both enjoy! Just like how they'll both enjoy the fruits of her labor--her making it, and him using it.]

Oh. [Give her just a second, and then:] Ohhh!

[See, now she gets it!] ... It's really sad that I can't remember the last time that happened.

[That really should have been her first sign that her previous relationship was bullshit. She'd have never stayed with someone who didn't eat out when she was still in college!! Damn.]

Seriously?

[He sighs irritably.]

Is it too late to arrest your ex on charges of crimes against human rights?

[What man with half a brain would pass up the opportunity to have his head buried between this woman's fine-ass legs? Holy hell.]

I don't think we'd really be able to bring those charges to court.

[This shouldn't be mistaken for a defense in any sense of the word. It was one of those things she just hadn't thought about ... Somehow ... It's not as if their sex life had been disappointing or anything, it just lacked that one particular activity!]

Besides, you apparently don't have the same problem, so I think the universe is righting the injustice.

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