Wireless is meaningless

[pinkbathrobespine]

At the mention of ‘embroidery’, Pink winced slightly. So slightly a human wouldn’t have noticed the movement. 

But it was still there.

He was suddenly very self-conscious over the large “WALTER ROBOTICS" That stretched across the shoulders of his suit. The lettering had been a brilliant marketing scheme that Seven had thought up. Apparently, all of his other branding of the band weren’t quiet enough. 

Distracted momentarily by his own thoughts, Wyre was already at the top of the stairs. Getting his gears in motion, Pink followed after. His accent of the stairs was far less graceful though. The silver bot simply didn’t run as fluidly as the newer ones build in the last few years did. 

[electricwyres]

From the top of the stairs, Wyre knew exactly where he was going. It wasn't long before he was pushing open the door to the room that had always been his on his short visit. A room that would now be his for a longer duration.

He didn't carry any luggage, so there was nothing to unpack. All he seemed to have was his White polo and the black shoes and slacks he wore. 

Wandering over to a set of chairs,he collapsed into the soft fabric in an undignified and childish way. One leg stretching over the arm rest and his body slumped back.

Glancing at the door way, he waited for the spine it catch up. 

[pinkbathrobespine]

Pink glared at the back of Wyre’s head as he rubbed his shoulder where he had collided with the door, in his effort to not come in contact with the bot. 

Wyre was held in a high position by Seven and so he had a lot of sway in the house hold. Pink was the only one that really didn’t a long with him though. Laz and him always kinda just snuck away to some dark corner of the house to do who knows what, and Amber treated Wyre like his best girlfriend. They would chitter on for hours and watch old romantic comedies and weird japanese cartoons. 

"I asked you never to call me that…" Pink whined under his breath as he closed the door. The ventilation system clicking on to filter the air that had wafted in.

[electricwyres]

Pausing only a moment, Wyre glanced back over his shoulder at the silver bot. 

"But it fits you so WELL! You are silver, the name is saying you are silver. Best idea ever, and i get 100% of the credit. Just watch," turning Wyre strode off into the manor. "Soon you'll be changeling your name and gettin' git embroidered on all your suits."

The pale green and purply black metal plates of Wyre's chassis slid smoothy and perfectly as the robot walked. If confidence and ego could lube joints instead of oil, Wyre would be set for an eternity. 

At the foot of the stairs, he never even slowed as he began to climb. Leaving Pink to follow after like a puppy, even in his own house. 

[pinkbathrobespine]

Glancing at the clock on the wall, It was almost time. He hadn’t been looking forward to this day. Now that it was here there wasn’t much he could do.

Setting aside the digital paper he had been skimming previously, he sat up from the chair he always considered his. Deep down he was glad to be away from the depressing day to day humdrum of a decaying world that the news always was filled with. Walking by a window, the sun was beginning to dip towards the horizon. The light shimmering through the caustic air that settled over the ocean that shone like a layer of oil floated across its surface. The effect was stunning, with it looking like a rainbow had shattered and embedded itself into the sky.

Well, he could never truly escape the degrading world he lived in. But it was easy to pretend.

The identifiable pink robe that usually draped over his frame, was no where to be seen today. He wore a outfit that was almost indistinguishable from the uniform he wore when he preformed on stage. 

Seven would be around today, and he always was put into a foul mood if the bots wore anything that might make them thing they were unique or actually capable of individual though. 

It was annoying, and Pink missed his robe. The Suit was to confining and to, he didn’t want to use the word “Glam” but it was a rather flashy looking costume compared to what he wore in the past. 

Leisurely he wandered toward’s the frond door of the manor. He didn’t hurry even as a cheer knock sounded at the door. At most he winced.

Grasping the door knob, he opened the door, a forced smile on his face.

“Wyre… How…nice to see you again…”

[electricwyres]

As the door swung open, Wyre attempted to grin, but that went over as well as a duck attempting to tap dance. The bot's face just wasn't build for the expression.

"Same to you Slivy!" the bot clicked his head to the side. The numerous cords that made up his 'hair' dangled over his face and spilled across his shoulders. His large red optics glowed in the dimming light, only barely showing though the wires.

Without waiting for an invitation, the bot strolled in. Not respecting Pink's personal space bubble, in the least. The taller bot actually had to duck back to avoid the wired robot running into him. 

[electricwyres]

ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

He stares at the bot before him.

Was this being trying to trick him? The answer was OBVIOUSLY robots!But what if this was a test?

"Dino..saurs?"