"No, not from the table." Slaine stated, and he placed the load of dirty sheets into the laundry. "I don't like you on the table anyway. It makes you look like a science experiment."

The mobile phone in his pocket buzzed, and blasted loudly 'DOMO ARIGTO MISTER ROBATO' It was on the 'DOMO DOMO DOMO' bit when he unlocked the screen and looked at the message sprawled across the vibrant display.

I have found another suitable part. Please follow the link and review it. Staying on the table is fine. Your choice in ringtone is in bad taste, please change it.

Slaine snickered at reading the last part, before shaking his head, and starting up the washing, and adding in the detergent. Once that was done, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. "No, the table is a bad place. I eat there, I don't want you on it forever."

He set the proper settings, and walked over towards the hall closet where they kept the linens. "Just put the link on the list with the others," Slaine waved his hand dismissively, as if Inaho could see him, before feeling a little silly and shaking his head. "When I'm done I'll check it."

After appraising the various options, he settled on the light peach set of sheets, and grabbed them as his phone went off again. He carried them quickly into the guest bedroom closest to his own room down the hall, before fishing his phone out of his pocket again. He was unlocking his phone when he received a second message. He scanned over the second one first.

I cannot hear you from where you are, please come back.

Slaine furrowed his eyes brows, and swiftly moved from the bedroom, through the hallway, and into the living room. "Better?" He stated, without really expecting an answer. He looked through his phone for the first message. "First thing we need to fix is your legs."

Then vacating the table is a good idea. Where will you place me? Please be considerate of my request. I will add the link to the list, and continue looking for parts. The sooner we order, the sooner they will arrive. Your choice in ringtone is in bad taste, please change it.

Slaine huffed in amusement. "The time it will take me to set up the guest bedroom is not going to matter too much as far as ordering is concerned. Try not to worry so much, we'll get your parts ordered. I gave my word, didn't I? Trust me a little."

He wandered over to the kitchen table, and looked over the still android laying there. Inaho hadn't once moved on his own. It was strange to think that he could communicate with the cell phone Slaine had hooked up to him, but that he was entirely immobile otherwise. "I'll put you in the guest bedroom closest to mine until you can decide where you want to stay. As long as I leave the bedroom doors open, you should be able to hear me from there."

Slaine waited, raking his eyes over Inaho, and anticipating the blare of 'DOMO'. Only a few seconds later, his phone did just that, and he unlocked the screen to see the response.

Better. Thank you. My legs are relatively unharmed, they only received accessory damage. Once my main power supply is replaced, they should work without issue. Please do not forget to order the parts. I do not wish to annoy you. I do trust you, Slaine, but I am helpless. Please understand that all I can do is trust you. If you were just in the guest bedroom you spoke of, then I do not find it a suitable place. I could not hear you from here, and you must travel here to eat at least three times a day. I also will be unable to tell when you have returned to the home if you place me in the guest bedroom, and leave. Your choice in ringtone is in bad taste, please change it.

He read over the message two or three times, before shaking his head. He pulled out a chair, and sat down, as he fiddled with his phone for a few minutes. Inaho stayed characteristically quiet, and he wondered absentmindedly what it would be like when he could talk. Would Klancain approve of having another thing living in their home? He was pretty sure he could convince him, and Inaho -despite being capable of real damage- seemed overly genuine and kind. Two very un-android traits. He wondered how Klancain would handle it. Slaine accepted that he would have to handle the situation delicately.

"Alright Inaho, you win. I changed the ringtone." He then went back to the previous message, and looked over it one more time, before looking over at the android, lifeless and still on the kitchen table. "Have you found a replacement power supply? I'd like to get your main motor functions going as soon as possible. If all we need for that is the right power supply, I'd like to get that soon." Slaine looked over at the limp legs on the table, and reached over to feel them. It surprised him how human they felt; cool to the touch, but fleshy, and malleable in his fingers. They felt human. "I don't think I can really understand, but I'll try, Inaho. I think the only thing that is going to help is time. Once you know me better, and you can do things for yourself, you won't worry, and stress so much."

Slaine didn't wait for a response, as he placed his phone into his pocket, and rose from the chair. He stepped a little closer, and carefully hooked his one arm under Inaho's knees, and the other behind his back, and lifted. The android bent just like a human would in his arms, and he had to do a little rearranging, so that Inaho's head rested gently on his chest, instead of lolling about over his arm.

"Try not to worry about this, Inaho." Slaine stated, and started walking towards the guest bedroom. "You aren't very heavy, and you're a little smaller than me. Till you can move around yourself, I'll move you when I leave." He had to go sideways into the doorway, so that they both fit, but as long as it worked, it didn't really matter. Once in the room, he headed for the plush chair by the little tea table. "This will be a good permanent room for you, Inaho. It might be a pain now, but when you can move around, it'll be good for you to have your own space, and somewhere you can put things you might want."

He gently eased Inaho down, and made sure that his head was not bent in a way that would have been uncomfortable. "I don't know what my brother will say about all this, but I should be able to convince him."

Slaine smiled. Inaho almost looked comfortable in the armchair. Pleased with himself, he turned back towards the bed, were he'd placed the light peach sheets. He'd already gotten the fitted sheet onto the mattress when his phone finally went off. It was sort of interesting to think that he'd left an android speechless, even for a little bit, but Slaine shook his head. He'd already decided to treat Inaho like any other human, but that would make the situation harder to explain to Klancain, when the time came.

He intentionally let the new ringtone play for a bit, so that Inaho could hear it, and give either his approval or disapproval.

'Made of plastic and elastic
He is rugged and long-lasting,
Who could ever ever ask for more
Love without complications galore'

"Better?" Slaine asked, as he fished out his phone, and took a look at the message.

Thank you for changing the ringtone. I have located a few possibilities. The ideal one is overpriced, so I have not included it on the list. When your brother returns, it would be best if you hid me. An attic would be an ideal location.

Slaine frowned at the last statement, and looked over at Inaho. It was an entirely useless gesture, but it felt necessary at the very least. "Inaho I'm not going hi-" The phone went off again. Blinking, Slaine looked back down at the mobile in his hand.

Thank you, Slaine. You are very kind.

He blinked at the text for a few moments, before shaking his head. He didn't think he'd ever get used to how directly Inaho said things. "As I was saying, I'm not going to hide you." Slaine moved back to the bed, spreading out the sheet, and tucking it in as he spoke. "You are illegal, so we'll have to hide THAT part, but I've been thinking of some ways around that."

When he'd made the sheets look presentable, Slaine nodded to himself, before heading out of the room toward the hall closet again. "And go ahead and put the more expensive one on the list for me to look at. I'm fixing you for the long term. If buying more expensive parts is how that needs to be done, we'll figure that out."

He looked over the various comforters and quilts and blankets that they had stored in the closet, then scrunched up his face. "Inaho, do you get cold?" Slaine shook his head at the thought, and moved back into Inaho's new bedroom. His eyes lingered on the android a few more seconds, before he sat down on the bed.

Again, it was probably useless, since Inaho wouldn't even notice, but he felt like what he was going to say next, should be said face to face. "You don't need to keep thanking me, Inaho. You've obviously been abandoned, and neglected, and you have feelings, so of course that would hurt you. I didn't really realize I was 'adopting' you, when I bought you, because I didn't expect you to be as human as you are. But, you don't have to keep thanking me so much, or complimenting me. I'm just doing what any decent person should."

Slaine sat in silence for a long time after that. He had expected Inaho to answer back quickly, at least to the other comments, but no reply was forth coming. Slaine checked his phone a few times to see if the sound just hadn't gone off, but there were no new messages. After almost ten minutes, Slaine got up from sitting on the bed, and padded over to Inaho. "Are you okay in there?" He gently ran his hand over Inaho's forehead, which was really very silly of him, but Slaine reminded himself that he was treating Inaho like a human. Human contact was a good way of showing concern. Even if Inaho couldn't feel it now, he would at some point, if Slaine had any say about it.

His phone did eventually go off, and he pulled his hand away from the cold flesh of Inaho's face to check it.

I get very cold.

Slaine smiled at the answer, and looked over at Inaho for a few seconds, before turning back towards the exit of the room, and heading back towards the hall closet. "We can fix that then. I'll get you a nice warm comforter, and if that isn't enough, we'll put a quilt on top." Slaine reached for the big red, plush comforter and headed back towards Inaho's new room. The phone went off again as Slaine deposited the comforter on the bed, and he reached down for it again.

I will try not to thank you so often, but thank you Slaine. Thank you very much. You are a very kind person.