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Hal had wished to help, not wanting Momo to wear himself out too fast. The only task he was given was to hold what bottles couldn't fit into the tub, and after letting the bucket drop back to the bottom he followed Monoki back into the house. "all right. That sounds like a good deal to me." he closed the door, pulling off his clothes and what few nails they had, blocking the dirt from flying in.

The android seemed a bit hesitant in removing the rest of his clothing, but after some quick processing the fabrics were on the floor. Hal stood there with long legs, mid thigh down to his ankle covered in a protective white type of plastic, knees looking quite realistic, unable to see the joint itself. His feet were made of a darker plastic, toes curled in, the joints easily visible there. His above his mid thigh just below his joint was the penny like metal, banding around like a border to his leg, because jsut above, where the thigh would be in the pelvis, rubber was covering those joints with a thing copper cage protecting it. His torso was a white chassis similar to his legs, though the muscles had been carefully molded out before the chassis was created. He was neither too bulky nor too lean. His torso-chassis extended up just above his collar bone, from there a clipping of fabric attatched to the plastic and rose up, beneath his head and jaw and just barely peeked over. His arms were build in the same style as his thigh-pelvis joints. A type of flexible rubber covering them, though his shoulders had the same metal plates protecting them.

"All right. Enter the pass code to open my chassis." and a three by three grid appeared just over his chest, the spots glowing blue.

Hal always had to refrain from smiling, feeling Momo lightly tap or jab at the keypad depending on how sensitive it was feeling. "Pass code correct." and the front of his chassis slowly slid up, one plate over the other and showing off the interior.

The date of the Helga bombing, the pass code. For some reason it always made his data want to mess up.

Momo took out the meat, Hall nodding then shrugging. "We're in a house, chances are you'll find something to make a fire with." he held up the bottles, before slowly filling up the top out by the well.

Hal did his best to clean the inside of the tub, using the fire to heat it up, hoping to burn anything dangerous before dusting and cleaning it out. Monoki could not, under any circumstances, be hurt.

Though nothing dangerous floated in the water. Simply dust. "I believe it is almost ready to rinse yourself off with." he said, emptying the last bottle. "I shall refill these back up and bring them in. Is there anything else you require before I do that?"

"We'll let it cool off before I store it. The newspaper we were using previously is still in good condition, so we can wrap it in that." he explained, carefully picking up all of the bottles once more. "Let your hair soak, sir, and when I return I will indeed help you with it. When you try doing it yourself you knot it up terribly." A small chuckle was given, the android standing with the large amount of bottles and walked out.

The well wasn't too far, setting the bottles on the ground and carefully filling each one. His fingers, while having artificial skin, still had metal interiors. He briefly considered how fragile the artificial skin was, 'feeling' the mild roughness of the fingerprints before refocusing. Like before, it didn't take long to fill each and every one, carefully and strategically placing them down before picking them up and carrying them back inside.

"All right, sir. The water is filled and stored. Would you like help with your hair now?" and chuckled, going over to the metal tub and crouching down beside his human.

"Do I seem so, sir? I suppose the turn of events has changed my settings. I feel very well, like I'm running at one hundred percent." The android couldn't help but laugh at Momo's antics. "It is very impressive and very attractive work, your arm. However I find the human speciess both frighteningly dangerous and delicately beautiful." He gently took the man's hair, digging through the bag for something brush-like and coming out with a fork. It would have to work.

Slowly he brushed at the red-locks, picking out the knots and letting it soak in the water. "But you are one of the few humans I know, and so far I find you to be my favorite. Your father was quite demanding, and your mother felt uncomfortable around me. She could never look in my direction when I was in the same room. It is something I do not understand to this day. But they both adored you, and in turn I adore you, sir."

"I can like you, though I may like you very much if tht is all right with you." he gave a calm smile to the blue eyes before looking back down on the hair, finished brushing with it and now washing and rinsing it out carefully. "I find you very complete, Monoki. You would not be yourself without your arm." he tilted his head back toward him, looking down at him before finishing up with the hair, finding a specific lock and braiding it like it had been before.

"I never claimed for her to hate me, but there are many things worse and better than hate. Your hair is done and clean." He ran his fingers through it, Momo's hair now silky and knot-free. "Shall I time how long it stays this way?"

"Momo?" Hal asked as the water fell, trying to read the man's emotional state, "Monoki, I am sorry if I have hurt your feelings or offended you. That was not my intention." he said softly, going through the backpack and finding loose fabric that could be used as a towel. "Please forgive me, even with my databases there is still much I do not understand, and for that I apologize." He began to dry off the man's shoulders, smiling softly as Momo stood up and out, taking the cloth from his hand. "Is that so?" He looked down into the water, unsure if he should wet a cloth or submerge himself in it. There were no spots or weak points for water to enter, but one should always show cautious. "When you are through with that fabric we shall wet it to wipe down my chassis."

Hal stood, removing the rest of any clothing, pausing at the fabric around his neck. Technically it was a protective covering, since an actual case for his neck could not be made, the professor creating something that not only ventilated but moved with his head, and where it touched the artificial skin it sealed flat to be a smooth transition from skin to fabric. He couldn't remove this, there was nothing underneath to wash aside from wires and his skeletal frame.

But he stood, fingertips going over his metal chassis before closing his eyes, allowing his nerve endings to focus on the touch. If his nerve endings were artificial, did that make the touch artificial? Or if it was real did it stay real? "Thank you for understanding." he said with a soft smile, brushing away the thought. He'd had many like it, far before Momo's time. The professor had smiled when he first asked and after a moment's hesitation said they were natural and normal thoughts. That was good, that meant they were program.

But the smile fell, replaying bits of the previous conversation and relating them to the current one. So not good memories, then. He turned to look down at the red-head. "I think my face needs most of the cleaning." My neck can be hand-washed in the tub." and rubbed at it. "My programming gives warnings when I consider taking it off." Too many warnings made him hesitant in taking it off. "I suppose I should take it off, then."