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He just smirks a little, and then makes a pleased sound when he gets the drawer open."The range you've programmed is impressive."

Well of course it is. "I've been working on Cait and the preceding models since my dears as an undergraduate. He was just a theory then. Didn't get serious until Shinra."

He is soft when he says that, and there is definitely pride here. He's not preening, but he's definitely proud of Cait.

"So a long while." He idly sees about grabbing a spoon up. "I know you never intended him for battle, but did that or these "simpler" commands cause more problems for you?"

"Simpler commands were harder to program," Reeve answers as he watches Rufus have Cait handle the spoon. "But the battle stuff was worse. I couldn't always be be there to manage that with meetings, even with the time you allowed me. The insistence that Scarlet and Heidegger not know was difficult. So I had problems with that. And a weapon. The machine to tap into the materia was easier, of course. Thank you for getting your hands on that for me."

He nods as he listens, somehow suspecting that to be the case. What little he knew about programming told him that the commands that seemed the most simple were often the ones that were the most difficult; hit and attack were simple compared to grab and handle items without losing them or destroying them.

"You're welcome." He sets the spoon down, and then maneuvers Cait to sit on the counter and just relax there. "What other things do you hope to do with the unit? I'm sure you're not finished yet."

"I don't have time to work with him," Reeve answers. "So my current movement is toward making redundant units. When I have time I make more support code, causing it to react more like the noise when he fell off of the bed. The text to Cait Sith linguistic patterns. Other things along those lines. I hope one day to use them as autonomous units in whatever way I can. To be my hands from further out."

Reeve considers the man carefully and smirks.

"An army of Cait Siths." He seems done for the moment, setting the control into his lap and looking at Reeve; not asking about that smirk, though he gives one back. "I could just see this cat army of yours, wandering the city and handing out notifications for events, or other information. Maybe even a parade, or a play."

"Not an army," Reeve corrects. "The vast majority of them will not have the ability to fight. I will reserve one for that, lest things get bad enough and I am not there to help on a personal level."

He didn't risk nearly enough against Sephiroth, but given all that had been going on in Midgar he had to be there. As a counter-balance.

But a parade or play does sound wonderful, and Reeve smiles very warmly at the idea. "Give them all different degrees of funny voices, costumes. It would be a wonder. For now, though, I think I'll have some chance to do my work and have Cait make people smile too."

Of course he means Rufus.

"Perhaps by then I'll be able to leave the house, since you seem to believe I need to." Control down, he now removes the headset and begins to set them aside, letting a more serious look come to his face. "For now, let me go make you that list of names, then maybe you can operate the unit a while. Let me see what I can learn from you regarding it."

"If that's what you wish," Reeve smiles, he will be pleased to show Rufus some of what he knows about Cait. And there are ways to get out there without getting out there.

Which is part of why Reeve is offering this.

Rufus nods a little, his old nod showing that it's what he wants Reeve to do, even as he's standing to move to the small bedroom he's been occupying. Cait may be a way out, but it's still nothing like truly being outside, which he rarely does anymore.

It takes him a few minutes, but he finally returns with a list, the paper folded neatly so that it can be looked at later, and offers it to Reeve. His look is very serious. "Hide this well. I don't need any of the Turks seeing it and trying to delve into what these names mean."

The list immediately gets tucked into a pocket out of sight. No one need know about it. Not even Reeve. When Rufus returns Reeve already has the Cait control unit in his lap. Clearly he is ready to show Rufus things.

“I suppose I would need to know what you want me to show?”

"Anything you found that you didn't expect the unit to be able to do?" He sits once more, half leaning over so he can watch what Reeve decides on doing.

"He can cartwheel easily," Reeve answers, but he's not sure that's really all that interesting for Rufus. But Reeve takes the controls and within moments has Cait standing on the counter again, opening a cabinet. Look, there is a bag of coffee beans. Reeve's going to show Rufus the series of fine tasks to make coffee. Well, he's going to get the coffee pot ready, not actually brew.

"Cartwheel, huh?" He watches Reeve work on the coffee. "Think the balance systems with the tail and such help?"

"Exactly. But I was still shocked. Cait is not balanced as a human is," Reeve explains. "The tail balancing to the larger than normal hands and the head, not perfect."

Meanwhile he shows Cait lightly picking up the measure for the beans to put it in the grinder.

"Maybe, but it certainly is interesting that it balanced out." He watches Reeve's hands and the screen almost at the same time. "Do you have your unit programmed to make coffee for you in the morning?`

"No," Reeve chuckles. "I do it myself. I have practiced this at times. It was a good way to test out small gestures, light grips, things like that."

Cait seals the lid of the grinder and pulses the button enough to make a good grind. Then it's a matter of getting a filter out.

"You'll get good at him too. I don't doubt it. You're far too quick of a study."

"Tell me when you get up in the morning, maybe I can try this trick and make you coffee sometime." He chuckles a little. "I promise not before 5 am."

"Until you're good enough to handle things like the thin plastic of a measuring cup, I'd prefer to be careful," Reeve smiles because he doesn't want a mess. But yes, he can accept that.

"I get up at five, Rufus."

"Why am I unsurprised? And when do you go to bed?" Oh, he'll learn to measure, just because he can and it gives him something to do. "I'm going to guess about 3."

"Now that's unfair," Reeve answers. "It's not nearly that late. Usually midnight."

Of course he never has meetings after six. The rest of that is filled with planning. This might change soon, with a shift toward the WRO, though.

"Unfair?" Rufus laughs a little. "I know you well enough to know you don't always recall you are needing sleep. I did it sometimes too."

Well, there Rufus isn't right. Reeve considers him lightly and then smiles at Rufus.

"So, caring about my safety and mental health continues to the realm of how much sleep I get? Careful, Rufus, I might think you're trying to take care of me."

"Perhaps I am, in the ways I can." He shrugs a little. "People lose track of time when they get involved in something important."

They would make a very interesting couple lol

The would, and Reeve could probably be talked down from that stance. He's lonely

Yet Rufus is probably going to behave as promised

Oh, Rufus can totally behave. Reeve will trust that, but he's a bit lonely.

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