Roger's Box, Pt. 2

Here's a continuation of a story I began on Monday. I used the challenge words from today's prompt over at Creative Copy Challenge as inspiration. As you know, if you follow me or CCC, the words in bold are the challenge words. Read and enjoy!
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Roger could hear the mechanical whiz originating from the other side of the door. He wanted to touch it. He wanted to play with it. His shiny little toy. It finally opened. But he couldn't He had things to do. Meetings and the like. Poor guy. He was so close, yet so very, very far away. He put it out of mind.



"Roger! Come on! We've got to go!" Katie yelled, softly. Her frustration was beginning to manifest itself in her face.

"Katie. Relax. Breathe. It'll all going to be alright," Roger said, trying to comfort his colleague.

"But you're not even ready yet. Didn't I tell you to change your clothes?"

"I'll get to it," Roger tried to reassure her. Then he got an idea. "You know, I need to go to the storage closet."

"What?! Why?"

Roger tried to summon up what little confidence he had. "I tend to keep a change of clothes in there in case of an occasion just like this."

This seemed to please Katie. Roger could see her frustration ebb away like a waning tide.

"Katie, don't fuss anymore about it. I'll be right back."

"Ok, but hurry up. We're late."

Roger walked to the closet and opened the door. On the floor stood his box. He was shocked. The fact that the box could enlarge like that was lost to him. It was now double the previous size. He ran to it and picked it up.

"My shiny! My shiny little toy! You've grown up for me!" Roger said, but not too loud.

The box replied with an electronic scream.

Roger hugged it tight. "You understand me, too!"

There was a knock at the door. "Hurry up in there! If you don't, we might miss this mix-and-mingle. And that's hard to accomplish."

"Ok, I'll be right there!" yelled Roger from inside the dark room. He then turned back to the box, "Ok Mr. Shiny, don't let any of this energy drain away. I'll be back for you later." He set the box down, gave it a kiss, turned, and walked out of the closet. He looked directly at Katie with a new set of eyes, "Grab your stuff. We're late!"

"But..." Katie began, but Roger was already out of earshot range.