cinder || dnf

chapter three

"You're going to the ball!" Patches tapped her grippers together in an imitation of clapping. "We have to find you a suit and shoes. I will not allow you to wear those awful boots. We'll get some new gloves and-"

"Could you bring that light over here?" Dream said, yanking out the top drawer of his standing toolbox. He riffled through it, spare bolts and sockets jangling as Patches scooted closer. A wash of bluish light dispersed the dimness of the storage room.

"Think of the food they'll have," said Patches. "And the dresses. And music!"

Dream ignored her, selecting an assortment of varying tools and arranging them on Patches' magnetic torso.

"Oh, my stars! Think about Prince George! You could dance with Prince George!"

This made Dream pause and squint into Patches' blinding light. "Why would the prince dance with me?"

Patches' fan hummed as she sought an answer. "Because you won't have grease on your face this time."

Dream fought down a chuckle. Android reasoning could be so simplistic. "I hate to break it to you, Patches," he said, slamming in the drawer and moving on to the next, "but I'm not going to the ball."

Patches' fan stopped momentarily, started up again. "I don't compute."

"For starters, I just spent my life savings on a new foot. But even if I did have money, why would I spend it on a suit or shoes or gloves? What a waste."

"What else could you have to spend it on?"

"A complete set of wrenches? A toolbox with drawers that don't stick?" He slammed in the second drawer with his shoulder to emphasize his point. "A down payment on my own apartment where I won't have to be Adri's servant anymore?"

"Adri wouldn't sign the release documents."

Dream opened the third drawer. "I know. It would cost a lot more than a silly tux anyway." He grabbed a ratchet and a handful of wrenches and set them on top of the toolbox. "Maybe I'd get skin grafting."

"Your skin is fine."

Dream glanced at Patches from the corner of his eye.

"Oh. You mean your cyborg parts."

Shutting the third drawer, Dream grabbed his messenger bag from the work desk and shoveled the tools into it. "What else do you think we'll- oh, the floor jack. Where'd I put that?"

"You're being unreasonable," said Patches. "Maybe you can trade for a suit or get one on consignment. I've been dying to go into the vintage fitting store on Sakura. You know the one I mean?"

Dream shuffled around the random tools that had collected beneath the worktable. "It doesn't matter. I'm not going."

"But it does matter. It's the ball. And the prince!"

"Patches, I'm fixing an android for him. It's not like we're friends now." Mentioning the prince's android sparked a memory, and a moment later Dream pulled the floor jack out from behind its tread. "And it doesn't matter because Adri will never let me go."

"She said if you fixed the hover-"

"Right. And after I fix the hover? What about Drista's portscreen that's always acting up? What about-" He scanned the room and spotted a rusty android tucked away in the corner. "What about that old Gard7.3?"

"What would Adri want with that old thing? She doesn't have a garden anymore. She doesn't even have a balcony."

"I'm just saying that she has no real intention of letting me go. As long as she can come up with things for me to fix, my 'chores' will never be done." Dream shoved a couple jack stands into his bag, telling himself that he didn't care. Not really.