MISTER CLEVER BEGINS TO look down at the floor, as a sign of apparent defeat in favour of the other planner. she raises a point, he does require her services —— the children they were to capture were very important. essential to their tactics in planning the layouts of their soldiers, as well as their potential new upgrades and other creations. the cyber planner returns his gaze to her, his creation, and remembers the delight that they’d shared together in formulating their plans. in some cosmic way, it was as if they’d needed each other, to benefit the success and reign of the cyberiad over the entire universe. he moves closer to her, his cold eyes never changing its state.
❛ ———— five minutes. i shall give you only five minutes before i definitely put a leash on you, miss clever. continue with your ‘preparations’ and meet me downstairs when you finish. ————————— unless you want to STAY HOME and continue to care for the ‘children’ you’ve already captured. ❜
SIX MINUTES. She carefully accounts for each second; making sure she uses every bit of the FIVE MINUTES he’s allotted her. Why she pushes his buttons, she’s NOT REALLY sure. That part never did make sense. It’s not something she spends too much time focusing on. Her time is PRECIOUS, it’s not to be WASTED on trivial things when the MISSION is so much more important. She knows he needs her. Never would he dare to admit it, but she’s quite good at the tasks she’s ‘assigned’. SIX MINUTES. As her internal clock counts the final seconds, she dances down the steps. A quick twirl, as if presenting herself, DISPLAYING her hard work ( though she cares so little for compliments on her appearance; it’s her handy work she muse prefers GOOD REVIEWS on and too often all he does is complain ).
❝ Going to be put me on A LEASH now, are you? Or are you all TALK; NO ACTION ? Perhaps you could focus that ENERGY into helping. It does become tiring doing ALL THE WORK. ❞
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