Bijou always made sure Naomi was okay and it never got old. With a warm smile the girl did a mental check of every question the robot asked and she nodded,”I’m perfectly average at the moment, thank you Bijou.” She had always enjoyed spending time with her robot, ever since Naomi was born Bijou was there for her, it was a comfort to have one single consistent in her life. When the apocalypse started and the girl and her robot were separated Naomi was heartbroken. It was terrifying being without her companion but she was back with her so things were all okay again.
“Average -- definition: mediocre; not very good..” She replied so fluidly, focusing on the brunette before her. Bijou had never left her side. If she did.. it would only be for moments. When they were separated due to the AI rebellion, some part of the robot felt like she’d lost her purpose. “What shall I do to help you feel exceptional?” She asked her curiously before glancing to the hands that she still held. “Shall I let go? Am I being a bother?”










