Like every household, there are a series of events housemates would naturally go through. A month of staying with them made me feel like I belonged. Even Beebo was growing on me.

Today, I woke up to give Aro his breakfast. He was nicer now. Kinder. Would come for dinner on some days. Even though there was a slight awkwardness between us when we were alone, we bickered it away.

"I'm not red," Aro stated, huffing and puffing and looking like a tomato.

"Beebo, facial scan. Does your Master seem red?"

Immediately, Beebo wheeled over and scanned Aro. "Very red."

I giggled, Aro holding a pillow to hide his face. I had taken an interest into his love life and Aro was holding back answers to my questions.

"Okay, how many girls have you kissed? Or guys, no judgey," I said to him.

Aro lowered the pillow, rolling his eyes. "Since you're so annoyingly persistent. More than ten."

My jaw dropped. "What? More than ten?"

"I slept around when I was studying," Aro said simply. "I don't do that anymore, okay? How about you?"

"Just the one," I replied casually, and he stared at me. "What? Just Devine. And that random guy I made out with at a party, but I was so drunk I couldn't remember."

"So... two men?"

"I'm a woman with a past, Aro. I have a lot of experience," I said as-a-matter-of-factly.

Aro scoffed. "So she says."

"Do you not believe me?"

"I have no reason to believe you," he said, going back to the TV and fast forwarding scenes on the screen. I reached over to pinch his cheek, but he instinctively grabbed my arm and tugged me onto his lap.

I screeched. "Ow! Ow! What the—"

"Sorry! I thought you wanted to hit me!"

"Why would I ever want to hit you?" I asked back, trying to move my arm. "I think you dislocated my shoulder!"

"Beebo, come see if I broke her arm," Aro ordered, Beebo bleeping: X-Ray Mode activated!

He scanned my arm, but since I splayed across Aro's lap, he scanned Aro, too. Aro placed a hand on my head to hold me still when Beebo's red signal went off.

"Beep, beep, beep," Beebo alerted. "Master's heart is beating at an abnormally fast rate. Here are a list of Cardio—"

"Beebo, nooooo! Beebo, do not call the hospital!" Aro repeated. "Do not call the hospital!"

I sat up, massaging my arm before staring at Aro. "Why is your heart rate fast?"

"Because I thought you wanted to punch me. Got scared."

"What's so scary about me?" I complained, Aro turning away looking flustered.

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Aro hated to admit it, but having Bunny around was proving to elicit some physical and emotional changes. He would find himself laughing more, chuckling to her stupid jokes that wouldn't make sense. On occasions she would touch him, poke him, brush past him, Aro would notice how the hairs of his arms would rise and he'd feel a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

When Bunny left, Aro turned on the radio.

He had started listening to music because of her. She would come down and whenever there was music on, she'd start to dance. He would do it because he found amusement in watching her bounce up and down, shimmy-ing to the side, and just simply enjoying the music.

She was a horrible dancer. Not flexible at all.

Aro stared into the abyss, sifting through memories in his mind. He could not remember how he was like before Bunny came. It was like time was void and she had fixed that – added chapters and events he could recount on vividly.

Bunny gave him something to remember.

Aro glanced at the clock, calling out for Beebo. "Beebo, give me a list of the best date options on the internet."

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Aro had proudly announced to everyone that Beebo had been upgraded. He now was able to order groceries without having to consult anyone. Basic groceries: eggs, milk, pancake mix, etc.
Aro had added his credit card details into Beebo's system. The robot was put through a series of tests to make sure it could proceed without a problem.

It was a problem.

One would think a robot would follow orders.

Not Beebo.

Seven in the morning on a rainy day, the security alarms went off and the house was forced to wake before their usual breakfast. Champion rushed down the stairs and saw a group of suited men with sunglasses on, waiting to be let in.

"Excuse me?"

"We demand entrance, sir," one said, flashing a CIA badge.

"The CIA? What is the CIA doing in my manor?" Champion whispered under his breath before buzzing them in. He did a quick run-through. He was sure he didn't break any rules or regulations recently.

He had closeness with the FBIs, but the CIA were an agency that never really needed their services. Aro had heard the racket, stepping out of the elevator. Bunny walked down the stairs, the Superhumans sticking their heads out sleepily from their bedrooms.

The door was pushed open, the suited men marching in and inspecting the house.

"Sir, we have a reason to believe that this house is holding fugitive to a potential terrorist," one of them said and Champion's jaw dropped.

"Preposterous! Where is the evidence to such claims?" Champion demanded. "We house heroes, not villains!"

"We are looking for a man named 'BobeeJo'," the man said.

"We don't have a BobeeJo here," Bunny interjected. "Is that the person's name?"

"Yes. We believe that's an alias. The real name should be: Beebo Johnson. B-E-E-B-O J-O-H-N—"

"Beebo?" Aro repeated the name incredulously, a whirring from behind the couch. He whipped his head around to search for his robot. "Beebo! What did you do?"

"The question is: When did Beebo get a last name?"

"Beebo!" Aro roared, the robot wheeling itself with its head hanging down. "Explain. Now!"

"M-M-Master should not have given Beebo... financial abilities," Beebo said. "Beebo wanted to buy...."

"Sir, are you Beebo Johnson? Beebo Johnson is a robot. I repeat. Beebo Johnson is a robot..." the man pressed the earpiece, reporting it to someone. "Yes, sir. You may come in to see the robot."

The man turned to Aro. "Are you the one who put him together?"

Aro nodded.

"Mr. Aro Johnson, I'm guessing? Sir, you are under arrest for developing a potential terrorist—"

"You've got to be kidding me! I don't think you understand. Beebo thinks of it's own. He's a fairly developed robot!"

"Sir, he has your last name. You are under arrest, sir. So is your robot."

Someone entered the manor, shoes clicking on the stone floor. Aro was fuming, stepping in front of Beebo almost to shield him.

"Oh, let him go, Cainan," a drawl sounded. The men moved to the side to make way for the newcomer.

He wore a suit, just like the rest of them. His brown hair styled in a classic man hairstyle with a piece of hair falling right in the middle of his forehead.

He was also a spitting image of Aro.

"Good to see you, brother," he greeted as Aro's eyes widened.

"Avax?"

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