Chanel, on the other hand, is buzzing with excitement. Eddy did literally all of the work in Mickey II’s actual creation, but she’s certainly taking credit for the robot’s soul. Or at least for the way it actually looks graceful dancing. Sometimes. With a dark sleeve, she shines up one of her baby’s ears.
“You’re going to knock everyone else dead,” she coos, giving the bot an air kiss and then nudging Eddy in the arm with her elbow to perhaps jostle him out of any nerves. “And so will you.”
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
The jostle is like pushing a reset button on the whirling in Eddy's brain. He needs those sometimes, a physical push to keep him from getting lost forever in his thoughts. Chanel's draws out a small smile as his attention shifts to her. It's still full of nervous tension, but it's thankful too - for the reboot, that she has his back, and everything she's done to help with the creation of Mickey II.
He makes a belated show of cupping his hands over the mousebot's round little ears. "Careful with the d-word around the bots. Not great at telling when people are joking."
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
Chanel can see the reset. She moves to lean companionably on his shoulder, to really keep the motor whirring, as it were. She’s certainly not one to say this in so many words, but she really is proud of him and what he’s achieved, here. It looks difficult, and at the very least, he’s stepping so far outside his comfort zone. But all of that would sound stupid out loud.
She lets her grin become a little manic, instead, the kind of smile a supervillain would make. “Oh, you see, though, I’d love your robot to start the technological insurrection. We’d be spared, as its creators.”
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
Yeah. Saying words out loud is hard. Especially when they're feeling words and they come out all jumbled and stupid sounding. Eddy doesn't shrink away from the pressure on his shoulder. Some things don't need words. He keeps his movements careful now not to abruptly jostle Chanel.
"Less it's anything like its namesake." He scoops up the small field mouse he constantly complains about, yet is rarely seen without, holding her in his palm for Chanel's consideration. Mickey chitters a little with indignation. "Then we're in real trouble."
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THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
“You’re going to knock everyone else dead,” she coos, giving the bot an air kiss and then nudging Eddy in the arm with her elbow to perhaps jostle him out of any nerves. “And so will you.”
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
He makes a belated show of cupping his hands over the mousebot's round little ears. "Careful with the d-word around the bots. Not great at telling when people are joking."
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
She lets her grin become a little manic, instead, the kind of smile a supervillain would make. “Oh, you see, though, I’d love your robot to start the technological insurrection. We’d be spared, as its creators.”
THE ARTIFICING SHED: Eddy and Chanel Do A Pep Talk
"Less it's anything like its namesake." He scoops up the small field mouse he constantly complains about, yet is rarely seen without, holding her in his palm for Chanel's consideration. Mickey chitters a little with indignation. "Then we're in real trouble."