Artistic Repairs [Active, Closed]

[marionettewaltz]

Characters: Sasori and Suigintou
Setting: Tin Bedroom
Time: Day 002
Summary: Sasori has repaired Suigintou, and left her to wake up whenever.
Warnings: Sasori and Suigintou

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[junk_in_a_trunk]

During repairs, the simple clockwork of Suigintou' body had sprung forward a few simple ticks. She hadn't been rewound, but her self had trickled back in to being in little drops; moments of dreamlike awareness leaving short unclear visions and sensations clinging to her memory like condensation on a window pane

[marionettewaltz]

Sasori did not look up from his work when he heard Suigintou stir and speak. Instead, he adjusted a gear inside the leg of the puppet who currently had his attention, and inserted a long, thin tubing into it. Only once he had finished that--the work of only a moment or two--did he speak.

"Would you have preferred to remain broken?" he asked. "Could you have even moved in that condition?"

He was expressionless, and still his focus was on his puppet, but there was perhaps a hint of amusement in his tone.

[junk_in_a_trunk]

She might have admired his attention to his work; if it weren't her that he was ignoring in favor of it.
Though... just a short time ago, she was his work, wasn't she?

No, She was her father's pride and accomplishment; any work afterward is interference with both her father's integrity and her's.

"I've managed just fine the past few hundred years without some fool doing patch work."

Actually, Suigintou had gone to sleep several times to find her clothes stitched or her body polished, but this was likely the work of her father or some mechanism he devised. If he couldn't reach her here... would she have been alright, she wondered.

[marionettewaltz]

"No fool has done any work on you," Sasori replied coolly, closing up the puppet's leg and reattaching it with practiced care before stringing the appendage and making sure it moved properly.

"You are quite well-built, to have lasted so long," he said, and made a note to study her further later. "Aside from the missing piece, at any rate."

And it really did mar her overall polished look, even if it was covered by her dress. A flaw was a flaw, no matter how visible at first glance.

[junk_in_a_trunk]

She opened her mouth to mock Sasori but the urge was beaten back as she recognized the truth in his words. Surely enough, he had fixed her as only one with a true passion and understanding could; her body would have rejected any other modification and would have likely left her permanently paralyzed.
Not to mention that he had left her as he had found her as he so bluntly pointed out. His honesty was scathing, annoying and frustrating, but he hadn't sought to mar her father's work, her.

Was this the only form of tribute the poor puppet knew, she asked herself?
Maybe, she concluded. He was certainly strange; He was confident, but all of his pride was backed by an appropriate strength, he was blunt, but it all packed an honesty. Suigintou thought she understood a bit more about him.

She had been visibly pondering to herself for quite a while before she gave a curt demand, "Tell me, who is your father?"