Sunday afternoonish, Room 603 - Uh oh.

[02maxwell]

Duo is bored.

This is normally a potentially dangerous situation, (would YOU like to be cooped up in a small dorm room with a hyperactive space terrorist who's bored??) however, he decides to do something productive and starts to take inventory on all the pieces of mechanical junk he's got lying all over the room.

He starts going around the room,

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[evilpinkthing]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants is bored. He hasn't gotten out to do anything in weeks. He watches from his spot on the shelf as D-prime plays with and breaks D-prime and H-prime's answering machine. He suspects that H-prime will threaten to kill D-prime whenever he finds out about this. A sudden thought hits him. He has small paws. They may not have fingers on them, but the electromagnets in them should be able to find a small piece. He waves his adorable hot pink arms, hoping that D-prime will notice him.

[02maxwell]

Duo stops his murderous glaring when he feels something not quite right in the room. He looks around suspiciously, rolling his eyes when he sees the bunny.

"Oh, jeez." He says, shaking his head. "Weren't you supposed to be deactivated? Oh right, that doesn't mean anything to you, you little pink menace. What is it now? You want pie? I already put that little oven thing Marty gave you together, I sure as hell ain't playin' girly house with it..."

[evilpinkthing]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants flails about more. Pie is indeed a glorious thing, but at the moment he's not interested in doing ... whatever a stuffed rabbit with no mouth does with pie. He gestures towards the pile of wreckage that was an answering machine and then towards himself, squeaking a little as he does it. He hopes that D-prime is as smart as he is and will figure things out.

[02maxwell]

Duo watches the flailing and squeaking with raised eyebrows. He scratches his head.

"Man, why didn't I install speech capabilities in you..."

He looks at the gestures the bunny makes and scrunches up his face in confused thought. The broken answering machine, the bunny, the broken answering machine, the bunny...

"You. You wanna fix it?" He says incredulously. "Little guy, how on God's green Earth are you gonna fix it when I can't? I can't fix it because I just lost the part, and I don't know where I can get another one, and I don't have some magic machine that can find one for me, and..." He stops abruptly, staring at the bunny, who is now squeaking excitedly.

"Oh."