And- you won't have to miss me. I promise. If there's not a way to visit, I'll find one. ...Or my father will. He's VERY smart, I'm sure he could do it if he had to.
[Given Penny, the better question is not whether she means it, but if she knows exactly what she does or doesn't mean in this context. Some types of self-evaluation aren't her strong suit.]
Then- ...I don't know. I can't NOT go home, but I can't ask you or anyone else to not go home either. And we can't just stay on this bus forever.
[There's probably a few of them who would resort to cannibalism within a day or two, nevermind the seemingly infinite supplies.]
[She tentatively reaches a few inches across the seat to take Cleo's hand.]
I guess. I'd miss you too. A lot. You've been a really good friend. I didn't have many, back home. Just the one.
[Cleo presses her lips together, but they part in a silent gasp when she feels Penny take her hand a moment later. Her voice lowers, almost to a whisper.]
Me, either. But I'm glad I met you, Penny. There's...something I need to tell you.
[ Oh, God. She's doing the thing. Cleo should've known, Penny is so literal all the time...she's Doing the Thing.
Except suddenly she's switching gears and asking for clarification and Cleo is so, so grateful for at least an opening. She squares her shoulders, turning in the cramped bus seat to take Penny's hand in both of hers. ]
Yeah, Penny. I mean I have a crush on you. A really, really big one. A lesbo one.
[That's. Kind of a lot? But probably not for the reasons Cleo expects.]
[Penny folds up in on herself a little; tensing physically, but not letting go of Cleo's hands? She's actually gripping a little harder, it might seem like kind of a weird mixed signal.]
That's. I mean, I like you a lot too? I didn't think. Um.
[She looks nervously over her shoulder, glancing over the rest of the bus.]
[Okay, this body language is confusing. Like, super confusing. Cleo's dark eyes are basically giant question marks, right now, but she doesn't let go of Penny's hands, either.]
[Cleo just stares at Penny while she says all this, and in her brain it's like the puzzle pieces are coming together. Slowly. Some of them she needs to rotate a few times. But they're coming together. Things are starting to make an awful lot of sense.]
...Oh. Why didn't you tell me?
[She doesn't sound mad, not at all. She mostly just sounds...confused. You know, her normal tone of voice.]
[It's Penny's turn to rotate a couple puzzle pieces. Or mostly just one, labeled "clone", that hadn't quite seemed important enough to actually connect to anything until this moment.]
[She ducks her head a little, not quite smiling sheepishly.]
I hadn't- Guess I was being a little silly, huh. Thanks.
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[Cleo in particular, or everyone here? Yes.]
And- you won't have to miss me. I promise. If there's not a way to visit, I'll find one. ...Or my father will. He's VERY smart, I'm sure he could do it if he had to.
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But if...if something happens, if there's no way we can ever see each other again? What if this is the last time I ever see you?
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Then- ...I don't know. I can't NOT go home, but I can't ask you or anyone else to not go home either. And we can't just stay on this bus forever.
[There's probably a few of them who would resort to cannibalism within a day or two, nevermind the seemingly infinite supplies.]
[She tentatively reaches a few inches across the seat to take Cleo's hand.]
I guess. I'd miss you too. A lot. You've been a really good friend. I didn't have many, back home. Just the one.
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[Cleo presses her lips together, but they part in a silent gasp when she feels Penny take her hand a moment later. Her voice lowers, almost to a whisper.]
Me, either. But I'm glad I met you, Penny. There's...something I need to tell you.
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[That last part sounds important, though. She looks up, dropping her voice to match Cleo's.]
Yes? ...A good thing or a bad thing.
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[She chews her lip for a moment. Now or never, now or never. It has to be now.]
I...like you, Penny.
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[We're sorry. We're so sorry, Cleo. You're probably going to need to be a bit more literal to hit the mark here.]
Or- wait, do you mean- ....what do you mean.
[Sadly, even suspecting a secondary meaning here is progress.]
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Except suddenly she's switching gears and asking for clarification and Cleo is so, so grateful for at least an opening. She squares her shoulders, turning in the cramped bus seat to take Penny's hand in both of hers. ]
Yeah, Penny. I mean I have a crush on you. A really, really big one. A lesbo one.
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Thanks.
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[That's. Kind of a lot? But probably not for the reasons Cleo expects.]
[Penny folds up in on herself a little; tensing physically, but not letting go of Cleo's hands? She's actually gripping a little harder, it might seem like kind of a weird mixed signal.]
That's. I mean, I like you a lot too? I didn't think. Um.
[She looks nervously over her shoulder, glancing over the rest of the bus.]
...There's something I should tell you too.
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...Oh, no. You don't like girls, do you?
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[Nailed it.]
I'm not-
[Her voice is rapidly going upward in pitch.]
You. Um. You know how Mister Dinobot is a robot, but sometimes he looks like a dinosaur, but he's still a robot?
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...Wait, so you're actually a dinosaur?
[the point >
< cleo]
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[At least she's sort of distracted from her deep-seated terror for a moment?]
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[She doesn't flinch, exactly, but she squeezes her eyes shut.]
My father built me in his lab. I'm not- I'm a robot. A weapon.
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...Oh. Why didn't you tell me?
[She doesn't sound mad, not at all. She mostly just sounds...confused. You know, her normal tone of voice.]
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[There's a hopeful note in her voice. Still incredibly nervous, but hopeful.]
I'm the only one like me at home. My father and Mister Ironwood said it might scare people if they knew.
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Duh, of course not. I was made in a lab too, remember? You being a robot doesn't scare me.
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[It's Penny's turn to rotate a couple puzzle pieces. Or mostly just one, labeled "clone", that hadn't quite seemed important enough to actually connect to anything until this moment.]
[She ducks her head a little, not quite smiling sheepishly.]
I hadn't- Guess I was being a little silly, huh. Thanks.
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So, like. If we ever see each other again...do you want to go on a date with me?
[Cleo's heart is thumping a hundred miles an hour, which is weird. Maybe because it's a question this time, and not a demand like usual.]
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[She looks back up, beaming.]
And it will be 'when,' not 'if'. I promise. Again. ...More this time.
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[Cleo feels her whole face brighten, and she has to calm herself down. Chill. She schools her expression.]
I mean, yeah, duh. [She snorts.] Whatever.
[But the smile is creeping back onto her face at Penny's promise. Cleo squeezes her hand.]
Good. I'd be, like, really mad if I never got to kiss you.
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[Just. Just checking.]
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does she do that
she does, doesn't she. ]
....Yeah.
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