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Jul. 4th, 2015 11:40 pmAfter hearing about Spine's little mixup with the Becile heir? Well, Hare was more than a little upset. Normally he wouldn't give a shit, maybe he'd feel slightly uncomfortable but it was a Walter-
Well this was a Walter he was actually regularly fucking, and Rabbit had fixed his eye. After setting it on fire but that was beside the point, either way, he was somewhat indebted to the two of them now, no going back at this point. At the current time and place, he was sequestered inside Spine's room, attempting, really, really hard, to be as understanding and nice as possible. He honestly meant it, he was being genuine, but it was really hard to convey the feeling of 'I'm sorry my great great disowned nephew splooged on your chassis.'
It was a work in progress.
"It ain't like I visit the lil' prick, yanno."
"I know you don't, I don't hold him being a Becile against you-"
"I mean I barely know the kid, he's just some gross fuck who's in the family, like that weird uncle who wears Sailor Moon cosplay to family functions."
"Hare-"
"An' I mean like so what if he looks like Joel McHale, that guy's weird an' lumpy anyway an-"
"HARE" Spine gently took Hare's face in his hands, forcing the babbling robot to make direct eye contact with him. "I don't care that you're related. That's not your fault. I'm glad you came to visit. I know you care. You don't have to prove it." Hare faltered, puffed a jet of smoke and nodded a little, looking awkward.
"Y-yeah. ... I mean yeah good I mean not like I was... yanno gonna... prove nuthin' 'r-" Mercifully, the door handle turning was enough to ruin that thought, and Hare was pretty quick to snap to the door. While being almost as old as the Walters themselves, Hare was still considerably faster than either of them. Coal generated more power after all. He beat the visitor to the punch and yanked open the door to stare down at-
"... You ugly goddamn sunnuva-" Spine had to almost throw himself at Hare to keep the steel bot from jamming a fist in the mouth of the very surprised looking Buster that was standing at the door, clearly not expecting Spine to have had any visitors. He had jumped back in preparation of getting his ass kicked by his estranged robotic great great uncle, but Spine had managed to yank back that fist in time. Buster took a moment to collect himself as Hare kicked up a tantrum at the door.
"I see you're busy, should I come back later?" He inquired with a charming smile. Hare was spitting tacks.
"YA GODDAMN PIECE A SHIT I'LL BREAK YER GODDAMN NOSE RIGHT OFF THAT SMUG LIL' PRETTY BOY FACE!" A silver hand clamped down over Hare's mouth as Spine fought to maintain a hold on Hare. Stronger though he may be, Hare was considerably more wiggly than he anticipated.
"I'd rather we talk about this much later." Or never. Never was good too. Seemed like Buster pretty much got the hint from Hare, who was now perfectly still, save for enraged quivering.
"Honestly. For a thing that was made by Thaddeus, you're being completely ridiculous. You don't own Spine." The inflection made it clear Hare probably shouldn't own much of anything. Hare was still gagged by that hand, but the poisonous green glare narrowed sharply. "Anyone is allowed to him. Besides, you're a Becile, why on earth are you playing body guard to a Walt-" He didn't get to finish that. Hare ducked, jabbed his elbow back, and just about jostled the Spine enough where he yanked himself free. One clawed hand grabbed Buster's shirt, and with an undignified yelp, the young man was sent into an opposing wall, head first. Hare slammed the door after him, dusting off his hands sharply while Spine let out a series of odd sputtering sounds.
"YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM!"
"Nah, he's squishy. It'll have absorbed all the impact." Hare didn't seem bothered at all. Spine dragged a hand down his face and stormed towards the door, but Hare refused to budge.
"He probably has a concussion!" Now there were the sounds of loud knocks filling the room, the door shaking under the hammering. Hare arched a brow.
"Nah, concussed guys don't do that. Maybe I unuglied his face." Well, Spine wasn't going out there to all that yelling, he just groaned and scrubbed his hands through his hair.
"Gosh Darnit, Hare."
"Want me to do it again?"
"NO."
"Good. How about he screw so loud he gets embarrassed an' leaves?" Spine stomped over to the bed and sat with a huff. Hare leaned against the door, with the worst smug, shit eating grin on his face. They didn't screw. But at the very least they were Buster free.
Well this was a Walter he was actually regularly fucking, and Rabbit had fixed his eye. After setting it on fire but that was beside the point, either way, he was somewhat indebted to the two of them now, no going back at this point. At the current time and place, he was sequestered inside Spine's room, attempting, really, really hard, to be as understanding and nice as possible. He honestly meant it, he was being genuine, but it was really hard to convey the feeling of 'I'm sorry my great great disowned nephew splooged on your chassis.'
It was a work in progress.
"It ain't like I visit the lil' prick, yanno."
"I know you don't, I don't hold him being a Becile against you-"
"I mean I barely know the kid, he's just some gross fuck who's in the family, like that weird uncle who wears Sailor Moon cosplay to family functions."
"Hare-"
"An' I mean like so what if he looks like Joel McHale, that guy's weird an' lumpy anyway an-"
"HARE" Spine gently took Hare's face in his hands, forcing the babbling robot to make direct eye contact with him. "I don't care that you're related. That's not your fault. I'm glad you came to visit. I know you care. You don't have to prove it." Hare faltered, puffed a jet of smoke and nodded a little, looking awkward.
"Y-yeah. ... I mean yeah good I mean not like I was... yanno gonna... prove nuthin' 'r-" Mercifully, the door handle turning was enough to ruin that thought, and Hare was pretty quick to snap to the door. While being almost as old as the Walters themselves, Hare was still considerably faster than either of them. Coal generated more power after all. He beat the visitor to the punch and yanked open the door to stare down at-
"... You ugly goddamn sunnuva-" Spine had to almost throw himself at Hare to keep the steel bot from jamming a fist in the mouth of the very surprised looking Buster that was standing at the door, clearly not expecting Spine to have had any visitors. He had jumped back in preparation of getting his ass kicked by his estranged robotic great great uncle, but Spine had managed to yank back that fist in time. Buster took a moment to collect himself as Hare kicked up a tantrum at the door.
"I see you're busy, should I come back later?" He inquired with a charming smile. Hare was spitting tacks.
"YA GODDAMN PIECE A SHIT I'LL BREAK YER GODDAMN NOSE RIGHT OFF THAT SMUG LIL' PRETTY BOY FACE!" A silver hand clamped down over Hare's mouth as Spine fought to maintain a hold on Hare. Stronger though he may be, Hare was considerably more wiggly than he anticipated.
"I'd rather we talk about this much later." Or never. Never was good too. Seemed like Buster pretty much got the hint from Hare, who was now perfectly still, save for enraged quivering.
"Honestly. For a thing that was made by Thaddeus, you're being completely ridiculous. You don't own Spine." The inflection made it clear Hare probably shouldn't own much of anything. Hare was still gagged by that hand, but the poisonous green glare narrowed sharply. "Anyone is allowed to him. Besides, you're a Becile, why on earth are you playing body guard to a Walt-" He didn't get to finish that. Hare ducked, jabbed his elbow back, and just about jostled the Spine enough where he yanked himself free. One clawed hand grabbed Buster's shirt, and with an undignified yelp, the young man was sent into an opposing wall, head first. Hare slammed the door after him, dusting off his hands sharply while Spine let out a series of odd sputtering sounds.
"YOU MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM!"
"Nah, he's squishy. It'll have absorbed all the impact." Hare didn't seem bothered at all. Spine dragged a hand down his face and stormed towards the door, but Hare refused to budge.
"He probably has a concussion!" Now there were the sounds of loud knocks filling the room, the door shaking under the hammering. Hare arched a brow.
"Nah, concussed guys don't do that. Maybe I unuglied his face." Well, Spine wasn't going out there to all that yelling, he just groaned and scrubbed his hands through his hair.
"Gosh Darnit, Hare."
"Want me to do it again?"
"NO."
"Good. How about he screw so loud he gets embarrassed an' leaves?" Spine stomped over to the bed and sat with a huff. Hare leaned against the door, with the worst smug, shit eating grin on his face. They didn't screw. But at the very least they were Buster free.
