(Closed thread for myself and Soru.)
"Roger..."
Dorothy stood outside of his bedroom door, her hands clasped before her on the pleats of her little black dress, waiting for him to reply. "Roger, its morning. Please get up. You promised."
She waited a bit longer, listening for movement from him... but still, nothing. She knocked lightly on the door, listening again. "Roger...? Very well."
She headed back down the stairs, her eyes set on the grand piano in the main hall. He had promised her a day in the city, saying he had a special gift for her waiting to be picked up. She may have been an android, but she had been created with the mind of an 18 year old girl... and that girl was far too curious about that present to let him sleep the day away.
She sat down at the piano, carefully opening it and resting her fingers on the keys. "Wake up, you louse." She began to play, hitting the keys forecfully as she stared at his door. A promise was a promise. The last gift she received from him was a beautiful red dress; something she hadn't expected to see from Roger Smith, the man with the black clothing rule. With his last gift being such a definite surprise, what could he possibly have in mind this time?
"Roger..."
Dorothy stood outside of his bedroom door, her hands clasped before her on the pleats of her little black dress, waiting for him to reply. "Roger, its morning. Please get up. You promised."
She waited a bit longer, listening for movement from him... but still, nothing. She knocked lightly on the door, listening again. "Roger...? Very well."
She headed back down the stairs, her eyes set on the grand piano in the main hall. He had promised her a day in the city, saying he had a special gift for her waiting to be picked up. She may have been an android, but she had been created with the mind of an 18 year old girl... and that girl was far too curious about that present to let him sleep the day away.
She sat down at the piano, carefully opening it and resting her fingers on the keys. "Wake up, you louse." She began to play, hitting the keys forecfully as she stared at his door. A promise was a promise. The last gift she received from him was a beautiful red dress; something she hadn't expected to see from Roger Smith, the man with the black clothing rule. With his last gift being such a definite surprise, what could he possibly have in mind this time?