A/N: No I don't A.I. or Gigolo Joe...well I could rent him but that's besides the point... I do own Risa, The Mausoleum, and the Curator... Ask permission before using if you do ok
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Gigolo Joe clicked his head sharply to the side as he softly slide the door behind him shut. The sound of violins playing a soft harmony now filled the air. This particular customer had been a 'house call' and she always preferred fresh soyfee after he had demonstrated his 'services'. The rest of the small apartment was silent as he removed the appropriate tin canister from a shelf in the kitchen, swirling a few spoonfuls into a cup of water. The black crystals instantly dissolving while, simultaneously, heating the mixture to the perfect, steaming, pleasantly warm temperature. Suddenly he felt a weight on his back and then small pale arms wrapped around his neck. "Heya, Joe. Whaddya know?"
He was silent for a moment as he placed the steaming cup onto a serving tray, the wood inlay peeling off on one side, before responding to the common inquiry. "You know your mother does not wish you to be at home when she is here. You will be in trouble if she finds you." The girl gave a sigh as she relented her hold on the love-mecha and slid to the ground, before Joe turned around to face her. She probably wasn't more than ten years old, much too young for what he was created for. She was scruffy in the way most children in Rouge City were. Giving a crooked smile, she looked up at him, her short, soft black hair falling in choppy lengths around her face. Her eyes held a beseeching innocence about them.
"Well she's asleep isn't she? I mean she usually is after you come to visit..soo I thought I'd be safe just this once." She, just like every other Orga, clearly wanted something from him. Joe was going to respond with a stern 'no', already his face held a frown, when his auditory sensors detected the waking sounds of the woman laying, contentedly for now, in the bed in the next room.
His parameters may allow him to deny a child his attentions, but never a paying customer's. Turning around abruptly, he made his way towards the bedroom door, the music getting steadily louder. Then he heard the little girl's voice behind him, making him pause mid-step. "I just wanted to know if you'd come with me to the Mausoleum. None of the other kids are interested. All the adults are busy and you know mom. Please. The curator won't let me in without an escort."
"..Joe?" The sleepy voice of his lady of the hour echoed through the thin door. Joe's synapses were whirring. He didn't have the programming in him to actually care about this human child either way. She had never done anything for him. So he was not indebted to her. There was no reason to accept her request. The mausoleum wasn't much of a place for a little girl anyways.
Opening the door just wide enough to grant him access, Joe turned around inside the door frame. Her eyes told him everything. She didn't expect him to do what she asked of him, but had asked anyways. There was no reason to deny her request. He had no appointments later on that day anyways.
"Very well, Risa.," He said, in hushed tones so that only she could hear.," We will meet at the archways at 4 p.m." With that he slipped into the bedroom, a luminous smile on his face as he sat down next to the naked woman sprawled on the bed, as the door closed itself shut with a click. Leaving the small child alone in the now quiet kitchen, before she scampered away.