Regressor: Kiibo
Carer(?): Miu Iruma
-Trigger warning! Miu being vulgar as usual (I toned it down for the sake of this chapter)-
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"Alright, Kii-whore; so you want me to modify your system to include.. The fuck'dya say again??"
Miu questioned as she shifted positions in her office chair to sitting with her legs crossed, fiddling with a pen between her pointer and middle finger and a lollypop in her mouth. Kiibo sat on her bed facing her; his face dusted with a generous helping of blush.
"please don't call me a-"
"Shut," Miu interuppted Kiibo, shutting him up. "Just tell me what you're talking about, fuckin' chatterbox."
Kiibo held a grimace on his face. He sighed, and continued speaking.
"..Age regression. I never got to experience childhood, and Shinguji said that it could be helpful as a form of inner-child therapy.'
Kiibo's gaze was fixated on the beige plush carpet on the floor. This thought plaued his mind for several days now. It was like a brain parasite, sucking at his thoughts all day, creating a migraine of worst-case senarios. He was nervous to ask about this, so he just hoped and prayed that Miu knew what he was referring to and could help him in some way.
"Age regression, huh?" Kiibo perked up to see Miu jotting down something on her notepad.
Miu paused her writing as she gathered her thoughts.
"...Never heard of it; I'll have to research it some before I can come up with anything worthwhile. Give me a day or two, and I'll contact ya' once I'm ready."
Kiibo heaved a sigh of relief. It felt as if the clouds finally parted on a rainy day, the sun being the rays of hope shining onto his face. He lept up for the door, and turned to Miu to say his goodbye.
"Thank you, Miu. Goodbye now."
"Sayonara, flat ass~" Miu looked at her computer, ideas already bubbling and stirring in her head.
"Hmm.. I really need to give him a fatter ass, he's as flat as Himiko.."
"*gasp* He's a Kii-board! But that won't do, I'm Kii-bored with a Kii-board.."
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Kiibo walked through Miu's dorm door, shaking slightly. It had been two days, and she had given him the call. Now that she knew what he wanted, would she be okay with it? Would she laugh and turn him away? All these thoughts and feelings swirled around in his stomach, creating a mound of anxiety that sat at the bottom of his tum and ate away at him like an ulcer. Miu spun around in the same black and pink office chair, this time sporting a wrench and a blueprint in either hand.
"Took ya long enough, fuck-o. I looked this shit up so now I know how to re-wire your system to accomodate you new features. It's a simple procedure, so I can finish it here in ten minutes and you'll be on your merry way!" Miu tossed her wrench onto the bed as she sat up to prepare everything.
"Now,
Sit."
Kiibo was taken aback. She wasn't rideculing him? Miu's tone towered over him, but she wasn't insulting his wishes, which was unusual for her. He nervously took a seat on her bed once more, his leg beginning to bouce uncontrollably. he took a peek at the blueprint Miu half-hazardly tossed at him, when he finally decided to speak up.
"W-wait.. You don't care..?" Kiibo sputtered out. "I thought you would've kicked me to the ground and told me how childish and stupid I was by now." Miu scoffed,
"What do you mean, "Do I care??" I fucking LOVE kids! The way they just wander around endlessly, with only unicorns and rainbows in their lil' nogins. Their Imaginations are pure and untainted by humainity, something someone like me could only DREAM off!!" Miu gushed while she sat down next Kiibo and glanced at the blueprints one last time, picking up the appropriate sized, screwdiver to fit Kiibo bolt.
"Kayy.. I'll unscrew this, add this, put this there, that up here, aannnd jizz it up and you'll be good to go!" Miu mumbled to herself as she began to unskrew the first bolt on the back of Kiibo's head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A couple screws and ajustments later, Miu was finished! The robo-boy had zoned out, so he was (quite literally) slapped back to reality when Miu smacked him on the back. Kiibo whinced in response, confusing Miu slightly. Did she hit him too hard?
"Shit- Kiibo..? Did I jiggle somethin' up?!"
"No, no! Jus' startled is all.." Kiibo answered, holding his hands up for empahsis.
His voice almost sounded smaller in a way. Although Kiibo was very kind, his voice always carried some weight, almost a boom; but now it's practically dissolved, and all that's left is a voice that sounds of whipped cream. Fragile, but endlessly sweet. Miu never heard Kiibo speak this way. His demenor crumbled before her from a sturdy brick wall, to Duplo blocks pasted together by a toddler.
"Oh- Uhh.. Sorry buddy, I didn't know you would regress this early.." Miu apologized, slouching down slightly. After sitting i silence for a minute, "I'm not mad though!" She added last minute while playing with a lock of her strawberry blonde hair. Kiibo patted her head, squishing down her double-ahoge. He had a worried smile on his face.
"Don' be sad, you are SO thick." Kiibo's adorable attempt at trying to cheer Miu up made her chuckle.
"Aww, shucks, kid. How can you be so fucking cute anyway? Like, tell me your secrets!" She put both hands on Kiibo's shoulders when his eyes widened in curiousity.
"Fuck?"
"Oh Goddamni-"
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