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."
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."