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Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
His smile immediately falls. That’s not what he wanted to hear. He internally yells at himself, he shouldn’t have kissed her! He’s forgotten. He’d briefly forgotten why he’d done this. Because he was bad for her. He leaned away and looked the other direction. “For y-your sake Port, I hope y-you don’t.” He shook his head. “It’s… It’s be-better for b-both of us if I stay away from y-you.” Alright that was a slight lie. But, he didnt really care. He couldn’t let Port think there was a possibility of them getting together.
Port’s eyes fell and she looked at thee foor sadly. “Oh…” She sighed a bit. Of course not. She just… wasn’t the kinda gal to date, she guessed. Figures… 139 years being single, so why would now be any different. “I… I guess I should be getting home then.” She almost whispered, pushing hair out of her face. Standing, she took a few steps away from the table. “I’ll… see ya later or something, I guess.” Before he could reply, she activated her device and teleported back home, flopping on the couch and curling up in a ball.
He watched her disappear. Regret and self-loathing rise up in his mind, making it hard to think. He called himself several nasty names under his breath, then fell back on the table with a groan. He felt horrible. He hated making Port unhappy. But... It was either that or risk the possibility of her getting far worse. With an unhappy hiss of steam, Mish-mash rolled off the table and onto his feet. He was very low on water, he wouldn't be able to hurry home. That was fine he supposed. He didnt feel like talking to anyone. Somberly the patchwork automaton plodded home.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
The nickname made the smile grow wider. He did have such a dazzling smile, and practically radiating joy didnt help. “Y-yes Port?” He replied. He strucked a loose strand of hair out of her face. ‘I love you’ his eyes said.
The smile and the way he looked at her made her timepiece skip, and she seemed to forget she was saying something before she blinked. “I…” Her eyes dropped a bit, though only for a split second. His eyes were far too captivating to look away for long. “Do you think… I’ll… be able to kiss you again after today?” She asked, nervously fiddling with her ponytail.
His smile immediately falls. That's not what he wanted to hear. He internally yells at himself, he shouldn't have kissed her! He's forgotten. He'd briefly forgotten why he'd done this. Because he was bad for her. He leaned away and looked the other direction. "For y-your sake Port, I hope y-you don't." He shook his head. "It's... It's be-better for b-both of us if I stay away from y-you." Alright that was a slight lie. But, he didnt really care. He couldn't let Port think there was a possibility of them getting together.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
He smiled as he pulled away. It had been far too long since he’d experienced that. He shook his head to answer Port’s question, still softly smiling. “N-no. You’ll have t-to explain it to me. Oh, I uh, I w-wouldn’t tell m-me about, you know.” He chuckled and traced his thumb over Port’s lips. “I w-won’t know why I d-did it.”
“Oh… alright.” She gave a smal nod, admittedly a bit sad that he wouldn’t remember today. “I won’t say a thing about it.” She did smile a bit though, and she put a hand on the one that was on her chin. “Hey Mishy?” She asked, picking a nickname for him, one she never knew she had used before.
The nickname made the smile grow wider. He did have such a dazzling smile, and practically radiating joy didnt help. "Y-yes Port?" He replied. He strucked a loose strand of hair out of her face. 'I love you' his eyes said.
“I’ve realize it now. It took me awhile, but I have figured it out. I may have attractions, I may have infatuations. But I may not love. I cannot fall in love. I’m surprised its taken so long for me to get it. But now I see. I’m not able to.”
“I don’t know. I thought I could. I can love others as friends, as family. I’m able to process that love. But I haven’t fallen in love in about 70 years and now I’m not sure if I’m able to anymore. Or if I was supposed to the first time.”
She smiled.
“I’m happy love worked out for you. It gives me more hope. I suppose I had the chance to fall in love recently, but I didn’t let it happen. I don’t know what’s stopping me really.” she said with a small laugh.
“Oh.. Oh dear, I did not mean to throw my issues upon you! I’m sorry!”
He frowned almost chidingly. "Now, who s-said you were th-throwing your problems on m-me? Love is hard. My first l-love didn't end s-so happily. But I know I can. And I'm sure if y-you di- didnt let it happen, there was a reason." He smiled encouragingly. "And c-come on, who w-wouldn't fall for y-you?"
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
“It’s too com-complicated to explain.” He sighed. A ghost of a smile teased his lips as an idea occurred to him. “Actually, Port, I d-do know som-something you c-can do for me. Y-you see, th-this anon is g-gonna ma-make me forget about all this come to-tomorrow. So, if like a little something…” He leaned in closer, his optics deep and strangely beautiful. “If you w-wouldn’t mind…” He murmured as he gently grasped her chin and closed his eyes as he kissed her.
Port felt her timepiece begin to race as he leaned closer to her, her eyes lost in his. And then his lips were on hers and her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, brightening before fluttering closed. Her body seemed to act on its own as she found herself returning the kiss, and her hand cupped his cheek without her even thinking about it. The actions felt oddly familiar, yet as far as she knew this was her first kiss. As their lips parted she breathed out a bit of steam and smiled almost shyly. “I ah…” She pushed back a strand of hair. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” She gave a bit of a giggle, looking up at him. “So you… won’t remember today at all?” She asked, a bit of concern in her voice.
He smiled as he pulled away. It had been far too long since he'd experienced that. He shook his head to answer Port's question, still softly smiling. "N-no. You'll have t-to explain it to me. Oh, I uh, I w-wouldn't tell m-me about, you know." He chuckled and traced his thumb over Port's lips. "I w-won't know why I d-did it."
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
“N-no.” He shook his head. “You d-don’t owe me an-anything. I d-did it because…” He but back his answer, because I love you. She didn’t remember. “Because it was the right thing.” He finished lamely. He hopped up onto the table next to her, and looked down as he traced circles on the floor with his feet. “Port, I g-gotta t-tell ya something. I’m… I’m k-kinda under an an-anon. Nothing ser-serious!” He held his hands up before she could assume anything, then dropped them into his lap. “Lets just say… I know some stuff you don’t…” He looked back at her, and there it was again, the deep passionate love flickered in his eyes, directed at her.
“Still, I feel like I should do somethin’ for you.” She chuckled a bit. When he hopped onto the table next to her, she looked at him curiously. “What do you mean?” She blinked, eyes on his. What could he possibly know? She noticed something different about the way he looked at her, but she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was.
"It's too com-complicated to explain." He sighed. A ghost of a smile teased his lips as an idea occurred to him. "Actually, Port, I d-do know som-something you c-can do for me. Y-you see, th-this anon is g-gonna ma-make me forget about all this come to-tomorrow. So, if like a little something..." He leaned in closer, his optics deep and strangely beautiful. "If you w-wouldn't mind..." He murmured as he gently grasped her chin and closed his eyes as he kissed her.
“I’ve realize it now. It took me awhile, but I have figured it out. I may have attractions, I may have infatuations. But I may not love. I cannot fall in love. I’m surprised its taken so long for me to get it. But now I see. I’m not able to.”
“I don’t know. I thought I could. I can love others as friends, as family. I’m able to process that love. But I haven’t fallen in love in about 70 years and now I’m not sure if I’m able to anymore. Or if I was supposed to the first time.”
With all due respect ma'am, I was seventy years old the first time I fell in love. I'd began to doubt too. But now that I've met my significant other, I have no doubt I can love, even if I don't have a heart. I'm sure you can too. It's unfortunate that you've had to wait so long, but I'm sure you still can.
“I’ve realize it now. It took me awhile, but I have figured it out. I may have attractions, I may have infatuations. But I may not love. I cannot fall in love. I’m surprised its taken so long for me to get it. But now I see. I’m not able to.”
Well than you must be broken. Cause I'll be darned if some tells me a bot, much less a Walter bot, much less a version of my brother can't love.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
It was almost painful to take his arms off her. He compromised by grabbing one of her hands with both hands. He puffed out some steam, and explained what happened, everything. The whole time he had this adoring look on his face, like he never wanted to look away. “And th-then you w-woke up.” He finished. “I’m so glad t-too…” He added as an afterthought.
Port listened, and her eyes widened a bit. “Wow…” She breathed, putting her free hand on her chassis. She did feel a bit different… more effeciant and everything was running a more smoothly. She looked at Mish-Mash, and the way he was looking at her and a smile crossed her face. She’d… never had anyone look at her quite that way before. It was quite endearing, and it gave her an odd warm and fuzzy feeling. “I… thank you for coming to save me.” She spoke quietly, gaze dropping a bit before looking back up, her eyes meeting his. “I’m not sure what would have happened had you not come. Doubt it would have been anything good, though.” She smiled, her free hand resting on top of his. “I owe ya one big time.”
"N-no." He shook his head. "You d-don't owe me an-anything. I d-did it because..." He but back his answer, because I love you. She didn't remember. "Because it was the right thing." He finished lamely. He hopped up onto the table next to her, and looked down as he traced circles on the floor with his feet. "Port, I g-gotta t-tell ya something. I'm... I'm k-kinda under an an-anon. Nothing ser-serious!" He held his hands up before she could assume anything, then dropped them into his lap. "Lets just say... I know some stuff you don't..." He looked back at her, and there it was again, the deep passionate love flickered I'm his eyes, directed at her.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
Mish-mash’s face lit up with joy, his optics brightening as bright as they could. She was back! She was back!!! “Port!” Mish-mash scrambled up, then fell after forgetting his legs were off. He turned them on and gave them a second to operate before sprinting over and grabbing Port in a tight hug. “You’re, y-you’re ok!” He was nearly sobbing. “I th-thought y-you were g-gone, b-but you’re not! Th-thank g-goodness!”
“Whoa!” Port laughed a bit when she was suddenly hugged by him, though she was still really confused. “Yeah, I’m fine! What’s going on? Did something happen to me or something?” She did return the hug, even if it was a bit awkward.
It was almost painful to take his arms off her. He compromised by grabbing one of her hands with both hands. He puffed out some steam, and explained what happened, everything. The whole time he had this adoring look on his face, like he never wanted to look away. "And th-then you w-woke up." He finished. "I'm so glad t-too..." He added as an afterthought.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
Mish-mash sat down where he was as she ran the programs. He turned off a few unimportant fubctions to preserve energy. He could feel his boiler beginning to run low on water, and he didnt have any on him. And he wasn’t leaving until Port was back. So he sat, he waited, and he hoped.
10 minutes…
30 minutes…
An hour…
Time ticked by slowly as the system restore worked away. There was no noise from the female automaton save for the soft idling noises and whirling of fans.
Just over an hour and a half passed when her body went completely quiet, and then with a hiss of steam the startup sequince started again. Gears whined a bit after getting cold, but soon her body was ticking away. Slowly, her eyes opened to the warehouse, bright gold eyes scanning the room in confusion. Giving a soft grunt she pushed herself up, looking around again and freezing when she saw Mish-Mash. “Whoa, Mish-Mash what happened to you? Where am I?” Port was back. The restore worked! Of course, her mind was now back to where it was about two weeks ago, but she was still back.
Mish-mash's face lit up with joy, his optics brightening as bright as they could. She was back! She was back!!! "Port!" Mish-mash scrambled up, then fell after forgetting his legs were off. He turned them on and gave them a second to operate before sprinting over and grabbing Port in a tight hug. "You're, y-you're ok!" He was nearly sobbing. "I th-thought y-you were g-gone, b-but you're not! Th-thank g-goodness!"
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
Of c-course. I can d-do at l-least th-that much.” He hesitated, then leaned over and have Tell a brief hug. “Thank you. And g-good l-luck.” He murmured as he pulled away
Tell was honestly surprised by the hug, freezing a bit before returning it. She gave him a bit of a smile before walking over to the table Fitzwilliams was working on them on. She hopped up onto it and closed her eyes, taking a breath before looking over at Mish-mash. “Se͜e͟ ̵y̡o͜u̧ on҉ ͏t̢h͜e o͡ther̕ ͟s͟i̢d͏e,͡ ́hop̕ef̶u̕ll͜y̢.” She gave him a mock salute before laying down, running through several programs inside of her to find and activate the system restore. ‘Here goes nothing…’
Mish-mash sat down where he was as she ran the programs. He turned off a few unimportant fubctions to preserve energy. He could feel his boiler beginning to run low on water, and he didnt have any on him. And he wasn't leaving until Port was back. So he sat, he waited, and he hoped.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
“Tell…” Mish-mash looked conflicted. He held his head and looked around, looked anywhere but at her. “L-listen, I’d l-love to tell y-you that y-you ma-matter too, and you don’t n-need to risk yourself…” After a pause he looked back at her, with pure fear and desperation plain on his face. “But I /need/ her.” His voice had dropped to barely a whisper. “So, if you’d t-try… I’d be th-thankful.” He looked away again. He felt ashamed. He meant what he said, but he didnt like how he felt.
“H͠eheh,̢ It’s͟ ̵alrigh͏t. ́I͡’l҉l̢ do ̧it͢.́ Tell chuckled softly and walked over to him, clasping his shoulder. “I ͡ai͠n’̛t ͞suŗe͏ ̀w͟h͝y ͢yo͏u̡’̶r̨e͘ ͘sud̛den̕ļy ́into ͏her҉ Mi͘sh-M͞àsh͢,̶ but ̀ìf͠ y͟óu͞’d ri͏sk̨ ̀y̵ou̷r ̡o̧w̵n̕ ͜l̛ife͏ ͠j̷ust҉ ͟t͘o̧ ̡try͏ a͢n̛d ́sa̢v̕e h͘e͠r,̀ I’͝l͡l͞ d͘o ̵the̶ sam̸e.̴ She then took a step back and looked around.“N͟o̴w͜,̴ ̵s̨he҉’s͘ ̨not g̕on̷na r̡éḿe̢m̢ber jac̴k ͘sh̶it̢ f̶ro̧m̢ w̡ha͝t w͡e̷nt̴ ̀do͢ẃn̸ ̡her̵e,̶ s̡o ̵if͜ Į ͝do̧n’̀t ͠mąke ̀i̴t̵ ̸t͘hr͜o̧úgh͟ I͞’m gon̶na nee̕ḑ ̷yo̕u̢ t͡o̡ ̴fįl̵l̢ ͘h͟eŕ ͡in,͝ ̨a͡’ig̕ht҉?͡ ҉It̨’̧s ͏g͘on͟na̧ tak̴e a ̧lon̕g ̢ẃhil̀e ̷t̵o̸o,͟ ̡so̧ ̸y̵o͠u͟’re͞ ̸g͘o̴n͏na ͞n͠ee̛d͢ ̧t͜o̧ ͠k͢ee̡p an͠ ͘e͝y̡e on̸ ҉h̷er.̕ ̧Can yo͝u do ͞th̸at̀?” She looked at him with a bit of a smirk.
"Of c-course. I can d-do at l-least th-that much." He hesitated, then leaned over and have Tell a brief hug. "Thank you. And g-good l-luck." He murmured as he pulled away.
Meeting Your Maker -- Mish-Mash/Port
“Well what d-do we d-do?!” He wrung his hands and wished he had his tie. “I’l d-do whatever I n-need t-to Tell. How d-do we g-get Port back?!” He was desperate. he remembered those dull orange eyes, and bit his lip. If there was a chance, he’d take it.
“Y͏ǫu͡ w̵on’̕t be ͠abl̸e͟ t̛o d͝o̴ a̷n̡y̶thi͜ng, b̧u̕t ͘I ͘ca͡n͝ t̷ry running̢ a̷ ̢s̕ys͘tem͞ ͝r̛e͜store.̀” Tell crossed her arms a bit and sighed. “T̀h͏e̡r̷e͞’s͡ ̶ón̷ly͡ t̵wo̸ ̀pr͜ob̵l̸e̡ms. ̢If he d͜id ͟a ̀co҉m̨p͝le͠te͡ w̶i͠p̢e, t́h̴e͟re͝’͢ll be͘ ̴no f̢íles t̡o eve͞n resto̴re.” She rubbed the back of her head. “S͞e͡c͡ond͞ly͏,̧ ͞e̴v͡e̛n̕ if͟ it͘ ͡d͠oes͜ wo͝rk ͏t͏hȩr̵e͝’s̕ a p͢os̀s̕ib͢i̧lity ͜th̷at ̵I wo̷n’t e̷xis͘t͢ a͝ny͠mo͜r̢e̢.̢ ̵B͠e͜in͠g͟ c̀orr̕u̵pted̡, it̶ mi̢g̵ht ̶c̨lear me out͜ ͢c̛om͠p̢l̷e͡t̕ęl̡y.” She almost had fear on her face when she spoke this last part. “W̸o͝rst cas͞e s̵cen̡a҉r̢i̵ơ?̵ ̨We b͡o̷t̴h͟ ͠go̢.͟”She then pursed her lips together. “But ̶I’m̢ ̨wilļiņg҉ ̨t̢o͟ ̸do͟ th͢is͡ if ͟P͞o͝rt ̴mi̶g͞ht͜ retur͏n f͞r̴om͏ i̵t.̀” She then gave a slight chuckle. “She͞’̕s t͘h́e o͜n̢e t͡h҉a̴t͏ ͜m͏a҉tte͝r͠s̴,̛ ǹo̵t me̢.”
"Tell..." Mish-mash looked conflicted. He held his head and looked around, looked anywhere but at her. "L-listen, I'd l-love to tell y-you that y-you ma-matter too, and you don't n-need to risk yourself..." After a pause he looked back at her, with pure fear and desperation plain on his face. "But I /need/ her." His voice had dropped to barely a whisper. "So, if you'd t-try... I'd be th-thankful." He looked away again. He felt ashamed. He meant what he said, but he didnt like how he felt.
