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[ from the angle of the camera, it looks like the comm is propped up against a pillow, facing a cranky and tired looking jenny, who's laying on her belly in bed with the blankets pulled up over her head like a hood. a messy chunk of her hair is sticking out from underneath-- must be what she needs all those damn hair clips for.

in the background, echoing off spaceship hallways, what sounds like... autotuned howling can be heard. ]

Jesus H. Christ.

[ she burrows deeper under the blankets. ]

It was kinda fucking cute like, six hours ago. But, look, even the Spirit of the 21st fucking Century needs a little fucking shut-eye, okay?

[ another t-pain ARRROoOOoooOOooo. hurggggh. jenny flings the covers back abruptly and storms over to her bedroom door, flinging it open and shouting down the hall: ]

Dad. Do you fucking hear that? For fuck's sake, if you're gonna let Deputy Mayor fucking howl in the middle of the fucking night, I swear I'm gonna teleport him right into bed with you and let him piss WD-40 on your good fucking sheets!

[ slamming the door shut and flopping back down on the bed: ]

Fuck. Anybody got room on their couch?

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[ she scoots over on the bed to make room. it's as much of an invitation as he'll get right now anyway. ]

Chocolate chip. D'uh.

[he takes it. and takes a cookie, sitting on the bed and looking it over like it has poison in it before taking a bite out of it.]

Had to ask, some people put weird things in cookies.

[ she makes a scoffing noise, reaching over and breaking off a small piece of his cookie (without asking permission, of course) and pointedly putting it in her mouth, chewing, and swallowing.

dryly: ]

Oh, you're right. Tastes more like a dog hair and rat poison cookie. My fucking bad.

Very funny, Jen.

[He laughs, but it is lived short. He doesn't want to piss off Jenny and more than he already did so he leaves it at that. Instead, he takes a bigger bite out of the cookie, quietly munching to himself.]

So you guys got a dog?

[ jenny flops down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and absently waving her stuffed bunny's ears back and forth. ]

I guess so. My dad's creepy robot friend's living on the Carrier now, and she brought it with her. Turns out my dad's a fucking dog person.

Creepy robot friend? [quentin freezes with the cookie in his mouth, eyes growing wide. how many other creepy robots were in the city? danger... the smelly racist booze bot... he couldn't think of any other robot that was currently working on a cyborg dog.]

Is she blue?

[ jenny glances at him, making a bit of a face, like she doesn't get why he's responding that way. ]

Yeah. She's fucking blue. So?

Oh god. I know what robot you're referring to.

[ skeptical tbh. ]

So what? She fucking have it out for you or something?

She snapped my fucking fingers in half back in June!

[ there's a little pause. then jenny just makes an entertained exhaling noise. ]

Are you scared or something?

No.

[only a little.]

She's just a colossal bitch, is all.

Sure, sure.

Don't worry. I'll protect you, jerk.

I don't need your protection from a robot named Danger.

Okay. [ she shrugs the best she can while laying on her back. ] Don't come crying to me later then.

I won't. [he finishes the cookie and brushes his hands off on his shorts.]

What is she doing up there anyways?

I don't fucking know. I guess her boyfriend broke up with her or something.

Wow. So she's butthurt about that?

Fuck if I know. Ask my dad about it. They're like, best buddies or what the fuck ever. I think it's 'cause they've both got robot brains.

Your dad has a robot brain? I didn't know that.

Yeah.

[ she bends her leg at the knee so she can push the sole of her bare foot against his back, pushing just a little. ]

That's why he's fucking invincible.

[RUDE JENNY. but he allows it. if only because she's not hurting him.]

But he's got a human body, right? Robo-mind with a fleshy body? Whereas Danger is all robot and no flesh?

Well, he was fucking human. Probably. Once upon a fucking time.

[ seeing that he lets her, she nudges a little harder. ]

I don't know about Danger. I don't fucking talk to her. She probably reminds my dad of Aunt Angie, and that's why he keeps her around. Or maybe he just likes picking up strays.

I don't think your dad is really human to be honest. But, Auntie Angie? Do I even want to know?

[That kinda hurt. :c but again, nothing.]

Whatever. She's a bitch and I suggest avoiding her because she won't like your attitude.

Nobody likes my fucking attitude.

[ she gives the back of his head a nudge with her foot before she stops trying to provoke a response, letting her leg drop back to the mattress. ]

So, whatever.

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