later, Usu finally managed to situate both the girl and the whiteboard properly, an accomplishment nothing short of a miracle. She tilted her head, first diagonally, and then horizontally at the board. Then, as if trying to make out a psychological inkblot, she quizzically posited, “Three birdies and half a choo-choo?” Needless to say, this particular drawing was not of three birds and half a train, but rather a crudely constructed map of the local area, with helpful arrow markers that cunningly pointed to other arrow markers in case she got lost.
Usu shook his head and traced across the map from arrow to arrow, a feat requiring several bunny hops to cover the distance. He then finally tapped his paws rapidly on the destination Modbot was supposed to have gone, Old Francisco.
“You want to go there too? You and Shinybot can’t be… more than just friends can you? Rain doesn’t know how to be a rival!” said the clearly flustered girl before bonking herself on the crown of her head and winking. “Well, if Snow goes, I go. Have to keep watch and make sure bad-bads don’t get you. Or Shinybot either!” she concluded before commencing to scribble something estranged in a worn diary she always seemed to have on hand. “No peeking! Diary peeking is very boo!”
Saying he was surprised at how easily he got her to agree, albeit through the false premise of androsexual rabbit-modbot love, would be an understatement of some calibre. He had assumed she’d be more attached to her home of the last few centuries, or at least more aware of his intentions, but what mattered was his success. Now, there was at least a chance he could save her from whatever ate her away from the inside. It’s also worth mentioning that there were considerably fewer walls outside to be happily smashed into; this may be considered to have played at least some part in his reasoning.
Originally intending to leave immediately, they would instead leave first thing in the morning; the result of a brief change in plans caused by Rain’s tackle-hug-nap-time-attack, a move largely barred from professional wrestling. Every night there was amateur night however, and he had little in ways or means to protest. For the most part though, Usu had long since stopped caring about the injuries that came with her affection, instead he was happy to spend any time near her at all, time he was well aware she could not afford to waste, time she may not even remember, which made it all the more precious despite.
Morning came as it always does, sun piercing the sky and warping the few fragments of oxygen it could find. A particularly normal morning with absolutely nothing noteworthy being said about it. As Rain stood there, the airlock doors stuttering open to a world she’d seen even less than than our protagonist, it was necessary to mention that she had decided to tie Usu’s limbs to a fishing pole for 'fast times!', or so the explanation from her went, after the entire process was already completed at that.
Her words did have merit; few things on the planet moved as slow as Usu, and fewer still faster than a bipedal android. She strapped a belt tightly across her waist and forced the pole through the smallest of crevices to secure Usu as best she could. Rain took a moment to try and hug him but her own innovation had placed his dangling bunny corpse barely out of her reach, so she got on with her nonsense instead. She leaned forward, one knee to the ground, and before even looking to see if the shutter had completely opened, she leaped using a single foot, rendering any further talk of the shutter too traumatic for the shutter’s family or close friends.
It should also be remembered that Colony A59 was nestled high in the Rocky Mountains and her momentous leap made gravity pause for thought, before rightly remembering she’s got to come down at some point and that it had best get to enforcing that bit lest someone see it slacking.
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