The Gig, Monday

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender had taken borrowed gathered some narrow strands of wire and dragged a bench over to the side of the paddock. Two of the horses wandered over, curious.

"You stay... there." Bender told one. "And you... over there." To the other.

He started bending shapes into the wire, slowly heading in the direction of vaguely horse-shaped. Quadripedal, at least.

He'd seen that you would not believe the amount of crap people would pay for animal wire art. Bender? Well, from how it currently looked - he'd better be doing it for love not money. Worthless free love.

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[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully came by to take Mr. Twain out to the preserve and saw yet another thing for him to try to get his brain around. A robot. A real honest to got Robot. He noticed with mixed feelings that this did not strike him as hard as it might have once upon a time.

"What're you making?" he asked it finally.

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

"A horse," Bender said, the implication of how obvious that was heavy in his voice.

He tweaked something vaguely tail-like, and held it up, the real horse in the background. "Can hardly tell the difference."

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Uh, riiiiight. Tully however didn't want to antagonize something that could likely kill him rather easily. "Oh yeah I see it now." he nodded.

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

Bender probably could done and would have appreciated it if he'd seen past the size of his ego. "I was gonna use copper for the mane, but it ran out." So more a horse with a really bad dye job, then.

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

"It makes it look..." What? "More exotic."

[shiniernyours.livejournal.com]

"More expensive?" Bender wheedled.

[cowboy-sailor.livejournal.com]

Tully had seen people pay a lot of money for less comprehensive art. "Yeah could be." he nodded.