Alisa Reinford (
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Since graduating from the Academy, life has been..interesting for Alisa, to say the least. She's been kept very busy, since she was upholding her promise to her mother on showing her the proper way to run the company, and it wasn't easy to put in those changes. Though it would have been a lot harder if she didn't have the support of those around her. But because of that, she hadn't been able to get time to get to visit Rean as much as she liked.
Translation: As much as she liked = every day. She did get to visit - or vice versa - at least on the weekend, and she talked to him almost every night thanks to the range on the ARCUS. Just as finished up for the night, she made her way up to the penthouse, glancing around to make sure she was alone (And you never know with Sharon) in order to take out her ARCUS once more and see if she could get a hold of Rean before bed. She was planning on seeing if he was in the area - alternatively, she was sure she could get away for a visit, if he wasn't busy.
Translation: As much as she liked = every day. She did get to visit - or vice versa - at least on the weekend, and she talked to him almost every night thanks to the range on the ARCUS. Just as finished up for the night, she made her way up to the penthouse, glancing around to make sure she was alone (And you never know with Sharon) in order to take out her ARCUS once more and see if she could get a hold of Rean before bed. She was planning on seeing if he was in the area - alternatively, she was sure she could get away for a visit, if he wasn't busy.
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He did eventually hear Rumu seemingly reaching another stumbling point but this time eRean did not want to go to his rescue just yet instead allowing himself to rest into Alisa's embrace a little more.
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A full minute later, RUMU came puttering out of the last room, none the worse for wear, rolling over the steps and promptly tumbling all the way down with a 'ker-clunk, ker-clunk, ker-clunk' until it landed on the floor upside down like an outraged turtle.
Alisa startled at the noise, letting go of Rean reluctantly, "Oh no! Is it damaged?" Fortunately no, but it was certainly struggling to get back upright, using its ears to try and rock itself up.
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Though it is interrupted shortly after that as the construct makes his clumsy return. Rean quickly picks up the little machine and sets it upright feeling it was too pitiful to let it struggle on its own like that.
"He seems to be fine. Isn't that right Rumu?"
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Alisa phew'd, "That's a relief. Hey where are you going?" She suddenly blinks when the unit proceeded to move again with purpose.
"Unit RUMU has detected contaminants. Cleaning Protocol initiated."
"Contaminants?" Alisa echoed, then OHs, "He must mean the styrofoam peanuts." How would it clean up though. And.. she got her answer to that rather quickly when a tiny tiny laser zapped from one of its eyes to disintegrate the peanut.
".... do you think .." Alisa wondered suddenly, "That's how the window got damaged in the research division?"
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"It's certainly possible that's the case. Isn't that sort of thing a fire hazard?"
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And RUMU could happily putter about and explore. As if realizing it wasn't required to do any cleaning, it seemed to wonder what it SHOULD be doing. Its charge was fine, so it opted to idle around, exploring the full extent of the apartment like a new pet discovering its territory.
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"He seriously is far too adorable with how curious it is about the place." Rean said in the end with a fond almost adoring chuckle.
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"You should relax on the couch. You're probably sore still from fishing anyway, right?" AND he's a guest, so she won't ask him to help.
RUMU on the other hand, was watching the two with apparent interest, so when it -- he -- saw Alisa move to the table, he rolled over towards her, "RUMU will help."
This surprises Alisa, and she glances down at the little bot, then at Rean, then back at RUMU, "Oh..! Uh, well, can you manage it, RUMU?"
The little bot proceeded to lift off the floor, a little steadier, and clamps unfolded from beneath the unit like a pair of arms, "RUMU loves to Help~!" And that said, he promptly picked up one of the pots and very carefully, slowly, started puttering over to the kitchen.
"Huh... I could have sworn I read in the documentation that the units required a verbal order first, but... well I'm not going to complain if they were programmed to be smart enough to pitch in without being asked." She grinned at Rean, "Right?" Or maybe it was Rean's influence on things with artificial intelligence!
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"That's definitely not a bad thing. Wanting to help is a very good trait to have if you ask me." Rean certainly felt oddly compelled to pet and cuddle the little machine watching hims dutifully take thing to the washer.
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Although even with a fur casing, RUMU wasn't very cuddly for a Happiness Bot. In any case, with Alisa's direction, RUMU happily helped her load the washing machine with the dirty dishes, chirping a 'RUMU loves to help~!" or 'RUMU is helping' each time he passed between rooms.
By the time they finished, twenty minutes later, RUMU came rolling out of the kitchen with his voice a pitch deeper, "Charge Low.." he almost sounded sleepy as it moved to return to the charging station. Alisa emerged right behind it, looking pretty darn pleased by the results so far. "All set..!" Now it was just her and Rean again...
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"I get the feeling he's going to fly off the shelves when he reaches the public. Especially if he keeps that adorable personality"
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"I hope so. I'm definitely not planning on changing his personality any." She might suggest a few new additions to it based on what she's seen now. She glanced over at Rean again for a moment, then started as she realized - yep, still in that robe. "Oh! Y-Your clothes should be ready now. I'll go get them."
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Speaking of problems he blinked curiously as she remembered his state of dress.
"Oh. Right it's been enough time hasn't it." He said scratching at his cheek with a bashful smile for already forgetting about his rather compromising attire.
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She flushed pink at the memory, "Y-yeah. Just a second." She quickly made her way into the next room to get his clothing out of the dryer, bringing it back out for him. "Here - it just stopped a few minutes ago, so it's still warm."
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"Thank you, Alisa. I'll just head on over to the room and get changed right away then." Since the poor girl had red cheeks full time now and it was getting to him too a bit.
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"guess who~"
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"Mmmmm to think this would actually feel so nice in person."
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