[Snorts.] Drones. What can you do? It's not their fault they're stuck with basic programs and nothing more.
[He leans over and picks up Florian, and hugs him. Suddenly his eyes are bashful, and he looks even younger than he really is.]
They're right about one thing, though. He's mine. Isn't he?
[She can hear the faint trace of uncertainty, as though he's never been quite sure whether he'll manage to hold on to what he has...or keep who he loves. Then Florian wriggles and starts searching Tarvek's shirt pockets, apparently looking for treats.]
Erk. Raisins. He wants raisins. I'll have to see if Not!Betty has raisins...
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Date: 2012-02-11 06:55 am (UTC)[He leans over and picks up Florian, and hugs him. Suddenly his eyes are bashful, and he looks even younger than he really is.]
They're right about one thing, though. He's mine. Isn't he?
[She can hear the faint trace of uncertainty, as though he's never been quite sure whether he'll manage to hold on to what he has...or keep who he loves. Then Florian wriggles and starts searching Tarvek's shirt pockets, apparently looking for treats.]
Erk. Raisins. He wants raisins. I'll have to see if Not!Betty has raisins...