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[The message is simple enough, scrawled out in big letters for easy reading. Not that it'd be hard to read anyway, it's only two words.]

I'M SORRY

[It's not addressed to anyone, however, and it looks like someone doesn't know how to private anything.

So everyone can get it instead.

Because bears are generous creatures.]

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[No longer screaming like a moron, Teddie stops to take the time to look around the lab.]

Ooh~ [He's practically cooing.] This is much less scary than the other labby things I've seen. I give it my official Teddie seal of approval.

And that's the only inspection I care about.

[Doc laughs, now that he sees how silly he's been. He plods over to his bench and grabs Teddie's new goggles with his magic, holding them out in front of him.]

This is all yours. I've done my best to size accurately, but let me know if you need an adjustment.

[He reaches out and grabs them in his paws as he gasps in delight, immediately putting them on. He's like a kid in a candy store.

But with goggles.]

O-Oh...they're bearfect.

[Teddie's delight is too cute. Doc just smiles and watches him for a moment, deviously planning his next move.]

I'm glad you think so. I hoped they would be.

And...you know, I've also thought of a project that we may be able to complete together.

[Oh, oh, let him guess.]

Isssss iiiiiit...a clock~?

[Because he remembers the clock thing. They're also kind of...everywhere.]

Yes, the clock! Of course we'll build a clock. But I've also recently been made aware of something else I'd like to try with you.

[He leans down and whispers. This is very secret.]

It involves cake.

[Teddie scooches in closer, listening carefully. He puts on a rather serious face once the word "cake" reaches his adorable fuzzy ear.]

I'm listening...

How would you like to jump out of one? I'm working on a mechanism that will make it a fairly straightforward process. The cake must be baked to a specific size and weight, but everything else couldn't be simpler.

...

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[Someone just asked Teddie if he'd want to jump out of a cake. Him. That question. All on their own. As if his body were moving on its own, Teddie spreads his arms open wide and walks up to Doc, wrapping them around him tightly in a tiny bear hug.

Yes, magical grandpa man. He would love nothing more.]

[Doc can't quite follow what Teddie is up to at first. Is he trying to dissuade him? Grab an object behind him in the lab? Go for his goggles? (you have your own now, Teddie.)

He's quite shocked when the bear pulls him into a hug. No one but Marty has ever come this close to him...but Doc gathers that it's a good sign. Sure feels good to make him happy, anyway. Once Doc convinces his forelegs to work, he reaches up and pats Teddie's back for a moment.]

I take it that's a yes?

[He's definitely smiling now. Oh, the fun they'll have! (Not at Marty's expense, but. Fun.)

[Teddie was never good about personal space, mostly because he desired everyone to do the same to him. Patting and hugging and ~~smooching~~ physical contact were all things he desperately craved, it's part of the reason why he's even a bear in the first place. So he normally started the acts himself, sorry Doc. Best get used to it.

When he gets his back patted and is finally satisfied, he eventually lets go and sniffles quite pathetically.]

You bet your cuckoo cuckoo clock it's a yes. I can't bearlieve someone so cool really wants to do stuff with me...

...I don't believe I've ever been referred to as 'cool' before---well, by Marty, but surely he was being affectionately facetious...

[He's touched---really touched that Teddie thinks so highly of him. He flips open a notebook with a drawing of a cake and a springboard mechanism, already planning something spectacular.]

H-Huh, really?! But...you make all this cool junk...and your hair...

[Another thing Doc will just have to get used to, Teddie tends to believe everyone is really cool, especially adults. It's just not everyday an adult seems to want to put up with him and his antics, it's why he's mostly taken care of by teenagers...

Speaking of his antics, he's already nosing his way in that notebook.]

Woah, looky you. You almost draw as good as I do.

[Teddie's so nice. Doc wants to keep him around for a long time. He glows with embarrassment, but that last sentence has him quirking a brow.]

Got any of your masterpieces around?

Ah, right!

[Teddie reaches into his shirt and pulls out a folded up piece of paper. Don't think he forgot about their original plans; he remembered he still needed to show Doc his mock ups for the drill arms.]

Ta-da-da-dum! Prebear to be amazed!

[Unfolding the paper, Teddie shows off the drawing inside. It's...not a very good one, it's done in crayon and is about as skillful as something you'd expect out of a grade-schooler. Although it's easy to make out that it's a picture of himself complete with triangles on his arms. Drills. They're supposed to be drills.

Incidentally, all the notes written on it are in Japanese.]

[Doc is impressed---he reads German, not Japanese, but he gets the idea of the triangles.]

As I said, I can make the drills snap to temporarily encase your arms. That way you'll still have the freedom to use your thumbs when you need them.

[And you'll also be free to hug. C'mon, Teddie, how can you hug with giant drills?]

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