#assistantwithass

Yet everything here seemed new, fresher than he last remembered it as if he really had traveled back in time. Not knowing what to do and frankly terrified of what might happen next he sat against a wall shaking, muttering softly to himself. GlaDOS wasn't here to be beside him and so he was bereft of any company for the first time in a long time. 

Send ☺ for our characters baking cookies together

Trying to cut out cookies high up on the counter was pretty difficult.  A small familiar turret stuck her tongue out as she stood high on her tippy toes, applying pressure to a star shaped cookie cutter.  Satisfied, she took it off, taking the delicate sugar cookie dough underneath and placed it on the cookie sheet.

"Miss Caroline?" Chibi asked quietly, but with a smile on her face, "Are you sure I can use any icing I want once these bake?  I-I don’t want to cause you trouble or anything." Her crimson eyes scanned the assortment of cookie cutters before settling for the snowman one.

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Cave still daydreams about eating. Although he can’t experience taste anymore, he remembers vividly how some things tasted. (Remember the wine-loving skull in The Last Unicorn?)

When Cave is very angry, his voice lowers in pitch and sounds more synthetic. Normally, he sounds quite a bit like his old recordings, little static crackles and all.

He might gripe about his tactile cabling, but he’s privately glad that he has the stuff. It would really bother him if he lost all ability to touch and personally manipulate things in his chamber.

When he laughs really hard, his brake couplings lose their grip and he starts sliding toward the floor. He’s startled a few technicians pretty badly that way.

He’s a terrible snoop and an inveterate gossip. He calls it ‘gathering intelligence’, but the truth is, Cave loves to be the guy with all the answers.

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

No…unless you count being tied up and dominated by his beloved… >.>’

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There were a lot of things that shouldn't just turn up in Aperture science. Giant, transforming, alien robots were probably one of them. In short Claymore really wasn't supposed to be here, yet there he was.

It was all the fault of that strange object that had come into his possession. It seemd to act like a ground-bridge, but threw him out primus-knows where. It was all very confusing... he wondered how long it was before he ended up somewhere that wasn't even Earth.

He didn't want to be spotted, and he was sure he heard something coming. Something small, an organic? A minibot? Who knew, everything was new here. He hurriedly made the shift into his alternate form, not that it helped much...

     Considering the business' expertise, he never would have expected a call from the assistant of the CEO. His information was available to the general underground, so odd calls were to be expected, but he prayed this particular job wouldn't dip on the promiscuous side of possible contracts. Stealing was a universal concept, however, so it couldn't be too bad. He supposed it depended on what exactly he was stealing.

     His mind wandered as he glanced around her office. Small and quaint. Professional. Of course that was to be expected of a large company such as this. Large and deep underground. The elevator down was a long one, and the short walk to her office had a few interesting sights. Everything else aside, he was being offered a great deal of cash, and honestly that made it all worth it. What the job entailed might make it that much more satisfying, as well, considering the compensation.

            "Nice place."