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WHO: Genos, Kaneda
WHERE: Kaneda's garage
WHEN: day or two after this conversation
WHAT: bad decisions induced by Christmas
WARNINGS: it's just a paint-over, what can go wrong?

[ There's something that can be either awfully annoying or depressing about the whole holiday season. Not having anyone to spend it with, most likely. But currently it's not a case, and Genos figures he could at least attempt be more festive to lighten his teacher's mood. ~~Or maybe his own, who knows~~

He is the guy who paints his metal arms pink for cherry blossom viewing event. after all. What could hurt about doing the same with Christmas season? Go for green, or maybe the white/red stripes? Green sounds better, simpler.

So he's here now, knocking not too gently at the garage door. ]

It's Genos, I'm here. Is anybody inside?

[ He doesn't even wait for an answer, just rises the door himself so he can get inside. ]

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[It'd been hard adjusting to the garage being so empty. Granted, it was only one person now as opposed to two, but that's still a huge difference to him. But Kaneda was known for being able to keep going on even after people had left or gone, and he takes Genos up on his offer partially for the challenge, partially to fuck with the cyborg...

And partially to get his mind off everything.

The knock at the garage door jolts him up from daydreaming at his desk, the large golden retriever that lay at his feet scrambling to his feet and darting towards the door. If Genos listens closely, the pitter-patter of giant dog feet can be heard behind it, as well as an excited squeaky whining until it's masters voice sounds in response.]

Alright, alright, easy buddy....

[The garage door lifts up, revealing both Kaneda and Capsule at his side, giving off his trademark smirk, despite everything.]

Make yourself at home.

You've got a dog...!

[ Genos' first instinct is still to squat, to get to the dogs level, in wait for him to approach. Old habits die hard, how they say. Plus you know, retriever is a massive surprise ]

Is he from your world too?

[Capsule doesn't move at first, except for his tail wagging and the occasional wiggle. As if he were waiting for something first before he can lavish the cyborg with love.

Kaneda's gaze looks down, tilting his head to Genos very quickly, and with a click of his tongue, the dog moves towards him, ready to greet him.]

Nah, found him here last August, actually.

[Kaneda's tone is soft, fond as he speaks of the dog, reaching over to ruffle those floppy ears.]

His name's Capsule--think he likes you.

[ And suddenly the dog greet-attacks. Genos carefully ruffles his head, carefulness mostly a force of habit than anything. He handled cats with no problem, and every element of his body is fine-tuned so he won't accidentally hurt anyone ]

Place like this certainly could use a guard dog, it's a wise choice to employ him.

[ Genos no... ]

Ah, here is what I was thinking about [ He pulls a small color tester for set of metallic paints brand, with one color circled, aptly named christmas green ] The alternative would be those white and red stripes you see on columns.

[Capsule's used to the robot hands--Tetsuo had one as well when he was around, although it was never used to pet him. He'll take it, running his back along those hands and wagging his tail as rapidly as he can, elated that this new friend of his master's would give him the time of day.

What a good metal man this friend is. He loves him already.]

He's something like that.

[He can't say Capsule's really battle ready, but he certainly knows how to bark when needed.]

Now let's see....

[He takes out the colour tester, running a finger along his chin. It's not...terrible, but it's also severely lacking in...style? Taste?]

Don't you want to go a little bigger? Give a little more 'oomph'?

[ So much attention from the doge. Genos wonder if Capsule would be just as happy if Saitama was to pat him - granted, his sensei seems to be more focused on finding a cat that would allow him to pet it, but a doge sounds like a good compromise, right? ]

No typography, it hardly sounds like a good idea on arms. [ a beat ] Not to mention 'oomph' looks pretty stupid.

[Honestly, if you have a pulse (or comparable, whatever cyborgs have) Capsule is going to adore you. Somehow the tough biker personality never quite translated to the golden retriever, and he took on the basic personality of all goldens. That's right--Kaneda's got a 70-90lb marshmallow for a pet.]

Please, I can barely write English shit with a pencil, let alone spray paint. No words.

But I can make you look good if you just give me a little freedom.

Genos just furrows his brows, considering the options. He's not the specialist here, maybe he should set his suspicions aside and agree...

Fine. If you have a better plan, I'm liste--

[ He doesn't finish because suddenly there's dog licking his face. That's a lot of affection he's not ready for, so he just stands up sheepishly. And also gives Capsule a semi-apologetic another head-ruffle ]

I'm listening.

[There's a small gesture--a wave of his hand to beckon Genos to come into the garage. No sense in making him stand outside. The inside is...very much the aesthetic of Neo Tokyo itself. Neon lighting embedded into the walls, spray paint art depicting dragons and other designs, sometimes fading out into space and planets when it gets to Tetsuo's side. A part of Kaneda's side were samples, test spots of colours when Kaneda had been too lazy to get paper out. On his side, a jukebox and a pinball machine, sitting right next to his bike. His bench? Much like a toolbench embedded into a wall with a computer at the corner, his stool there and a dog bed nestled underneath. The center of the place was wide and spacious, perfect for working on multiple vehicles at the same time.

Capsule gives one more lick to his cheek before running off to heel at Kaneda's side, as he slides childishly on his stool over to his computer.]

Leeeet's see. We could go full snowy landscape...or I could make you look like those sweaters. You know the ones.

[Just for emphasis, he googles one for him on his computer, sliding back so Genos could see.]

[ It's unique, and one could probably tell something about it's owner from the look of it. And Genos does look around, his face back to the neutral scowl, but... really, this place is cool. He's just trying to not look impressed. ]

Snowy landscape? That sounds extreme. I'm a combat cyborg not an ice-cream truck. [ A combat cyborg who wants to be more festive, to yeah, the criticism totally makes sense. Especially since he stops being huffy the moment he sees the pattern ]

Interesting geometry, and good color choice...

[ It's a sweater... ]

[You've truly mastered that stonewall-face, Genos. He doesn't even pick up on the hidden awe.]

You like it? I could probably work it into your plating...we could even find a sweater I could match it to.

[A challenge, really. That's what he's looking for. Anyone can do the candy-cane stripe. We're going for something only Kaneda could pump out.]

[ Genos is staring, thinking hard and stroking his chin. To emphasis that he's thinking hard. Not consciously of course, just a habit he tends to manifest ]

Isn't it going to be hard to incorporate such complicated design?

[ He pats his arm. It got parts that are pure metal, but also parts with black silicone sheathing, crevices and screw. ]

There's a lot of going on here visually.

[That gets Kaneda to tap his chin. With Genos' arms more metal than actual casing, it was going to be a pain to take off and--

His fingers snap repeatedly, eyes lighting up.]

No. No it's not.

I can make you a casing! You know, like those things you put on the outside of phones!

So this way a paint job itself would be removable. [ They can go as crazy and as festive as they want. Whenever a mission happen, or even just a job, the casing can be removed and left safely at the house. ]

Smart.

[ He's poker face is gone ]

I never expected that from you.

[ Oh, a backhanded compliment ]

Exxxactly! And if you want--I don't know--something more summery, I can just repaint that.

[His hands clap together, scooting back across the floor of his garage in a slight little victory slide.]

I'm a gen--

Hey!

No need to be jealous~

To be honest, I never expected that from anyone. Full casing, one that could be used as a base for synthetic skin cover-up was once a discussed design. It got quickly scrapped and never brought up again.

[ Genos looks around, and grabs something that looks like a measuring tape. ]

I suppose you need exact measurements? Or would original blueprints be necessary

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