"I-it MIGHT Take Jaybird A While To Come Around To You Though, Dear, But, We Can Try," Tessa Admitted

"I-it MIGHT take Jaybird a while to come around to you though, dear, but, we can try," Tessa admitted with an apologetic tone. "We can catch up on more Bluey now. And I promise you won't have to be alone anymore, alright?" Once they got somewhere with a more firm ground, Tessa set Cyn down carefully. "Am I alright to tighten up your connections?" she asked while kneeling at Cyn's side, she liked to ask an awake drone first always before doing any repairs,

(Starter for xXRoboTessaXx) The incomplete-disassembly drone's blue dress fluttered in the wind outside the cavern. She headed down to where J's landing pod was before they moved. The ebony haired robot girl knelt down in the snow, humming a song to herself as she picked up bone fragments. She soothed to herself outloud, "I shouldn't have made J bury those bones, they meant a lot to her... but... I wanted to let go of then." She continued to hum Eternal Dream to herself, thinking about the cute silver-haired disassembly drone who would be waiting for her back home with a tea cup full of cinnamon-scented oil.

Cyn at least attempted to make sure she was alone, not being followed by 'over-looming' drones. Making her way to the landing pod's cavern as well. Standing at the entrance, made her digital heart feel like it skipped a beat as the anxiety washed over her. What little remained of Tessa... The only human who ever cared about her was there. She slowly shuffled further in and began digging around in the asbestos to search for whatever remained of them. "C-Come on. There should be, at least something." Her voice glitched a bit as she dug around a tad more aggressively.

Her head turned, spotting another ....Drone...? It couldn't have been a worker drone out here by this point... She squinted her eyes to try and get the visor to focus on whoever was in the distance. "Harsh squint."

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"I mean, the last time they saw something that looked like me, she kind of tries to eat this planet, so seeing another girl, especially one with disassembly drone gauntlets and legs, walking around in dresses and bows with a similar hairstyle makes drones jumpy," she giggled a little, joking about it was easier now. She smiled to Cyn mentioning playing dress up. She giggled, "Well, we're somewhere now where way more drones have hair, which means someone's gotta be there to make feel pretty when they're down in the dunny of life!"

Her internal computer skipped a beat as she heard Cyn call her 'big sister' "It's been a slow day, not many appointments and even J has the day off. You can even try on some of my new dresses," she giggled before offering, "I also have lots of oil and coolant to drink and batteries to snack on."

After a little walk, the two were there, the once abandoned building was illuminated with light. Tessa unlocked the door and pushed it open, the little brass bell above the door jangled as they entered, showing Cyn the room with dark cool grey walls, lavender and black linoleum floors, some tall mirrors in front of some stylist chairs, sinks that could run peroxide or varsol, carts of styling tools, and above it all on a black painted ceiling were glow in the dark painted-on-stars. "It's a huge leap from the vanity in my bedroom back at the manor,"

She gestured happily, holding her arms out doing jazz hands, "Welcome to Styles by Tessa, Cyn."

"Trying to interact with other worker drones... Has become difficult. They don't trust me." Cyn frowned.

Words of Wisdom: PUT DOWN THE SCISSORS WHEN YOU'RE SAD!!!!!!!

Lesson: Don't cut your hair while grieving a relationship... =(

me: Oh crikey... what have I done?

mini doodle below me: I look like my dead horrible mother

This song makes me think of how it used to be with @worldslastredemption....

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Gay people can’t just say “I love you”, they do shit like this

So, uh, what was some things you did as a kid that made your mother almost faint?

Ohhh! Well, if she's not rolling in her grave, she will be after this little story time of a bunch of my favourite times my mother fell over in horror from what she called "her deranged little ragamuffin" did : Okay, there was the time I played Insomnia Party aka The Hours Song at a garden party for her snooty friends.

I used her good table runner as lace for a dress I was making. Another time she came home to find me and Cyn doing impressions of her while we wore some of her sun hats.

The time when I was 7 and she sent me out to play in the garden in a pale blue dress and came back with grass stains on the skirt.

The first time she found me in the mausoleum trying on her dead mother's jewelry. I can't help it! I really liked Grandmother Delia's amethyst and gold multi-pendant princess-style necklace.

Tracking mud in the house after a trip to the junkyard for more drone parts.

Oh, all the times I ripped up pages of suitors she wanted to set me up with. Father always laughed and told her -impression of her father- "Now, now Louisa, Tessa will find someone who makes her happy and settle down when she's ready..." -she smiles as she goes back to her normal voice-... maybe he's right...

Oh! And my favourite time, well.. she didn't faint but she was MAD but it was worth all of it, I think I was around 9 at the time... So... this was a little before I started digging up bodies to get hair but, so like... some drones that I spent time with had either no wigs or really shitty plastic ones that Mother bought for me to put on them, and she kept scolding me because my hair was down to my knees.... I MIGHT have taken her sewing scissors and proceeded to give myself a VERY choppy bob that was still VERY VERY long in the back. J stood guard outside my room while N neatened it up as best as he could. I still can hear her saying about if she caught me cutting my hair off to make drone wigs again that I'd never be allowed scissors anymore.