Irene found some green nailpolish, and since acetone is an unpleasant smell in any circumstance, she's taken it up to the roof to paint her nails. It's good strength training, which Irene defines as anything that involves having to have a light touch as opposed to one that moves mountains with a flick of a finger
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It's not that he's a green thumb really. It's more that since before he came here he had been stuck for about a year on lush, green prehistoric earth, he actually came to enjoy being around greenery.
Not that you'll ever hear him admit that. He doesn't want to sound as loony as Tigatron.
So there's a cybernetic rat walking around on the roof near the greenhouse. He knows the humans around here seem to freak out alot at his beast mode, but he actually finds that part amusing.
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Irene has seen rats before, but not ones that, yanno, gleam.
She pauses, mid-nail, and resists the urge to click at the rat.
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Rattrap turns and sees Irene there. He stands on his hind legs, and waves with one of his front paws.
"Hi there."
Oh, yeah. He talks, too.
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Nail polish sloshes onto the ground.
"Hiiiiohshit."
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Rattrap smirks. A very rat-like smirk.
"Sorry."
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"Eh. It's just nail polish. Unless you wanted to use it too, in which case, I don't think there was enough to begin with, much less now . . ."
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"Hey, I'm pretty enough witout makeup. I don't need dat slag."
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Irene holds out her left hand, which is four fifths of the way painted, and wiggles her fingers.
"Slag is less glittery."
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"You have a point."
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"Why are you shiny?"
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Dur.
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"I'm Irene."
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Now there's a five and a half foot tall robot standing in front of Irene.
"Rattrap. Pleasure ta meetcha."
He holds out a hand to shake.
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"Pleasure to meetchoo too, but I'm not one for handshakes."
Granted, if anyone could take Irene's handshake with only a few dents, Rattrap might be among them, but why risk it?
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