Snorting, Rock shot his little sibling a teasing (yet knowing) smile, leaning in to hug him tightly. He wasn’t quite sure what all of that was, but he missed it a whole lot.
“The vacuum was wild for all of ten seconds, but don’t worry! It has been completely tamed,” he replied, winking as dramatically as he possibly could. Clearly this wild beast had to be taken care of either way, and seeing as though his sibling was nice enough to drop by and visit, there was no reason for the vacuum to even be in the room in the first place. Rock decided that he could push this chore back one more day; Ice was just a little more important than keeping the house clean!
“It’s okay,” he continued, leaving the hug to unplug the vacuum. “Now that you’re here, I know that I have someone who is tough enough to take on this vacuum cleaner when I can’t! I won’t work alone anymore!”
He might have only been half-kidding since he did need help ‘taming’ the vacuum, ie. getting the vacuuming done, but that’d be another conversation for another day.
After winding the cord around the clunky vacuum and rolling it away, Rock sat on the couch with a plop, ushering Ice to sit next to him with a wave of his hand. “C’mon!! I wanna hear all about everything you’ve been doing since you’ve been gone. What’s been going on?”
Ice was slightly taken back by the hug but quickly embraced it. He felt so giddy and excitable, this was something he definitely needed after his months of nonstop work.
Ice puffed his cheeks out in annoyance, that jerk, making fun of his paranoia like that! Yet it was still humorous to him. There was no way he could truly be upset at the situation even if he was still as red as Rush from his little outburst. “You’re such a b-butt, Rock!” he spouted at the other playfully.
The small bot examined the room as Rock put the vacuum away. Commander scrutinized his work, noticing unimportant patches of dust behind a vase and tiny bits of lint on the carpet that most wouldn’t even notice unless they were actively looking for it, and of course he would be the one to do so. Eventually he got so lost looking around at the decor that he kind of zoned out for a moment but he was knocked out of his analyzing stasis by his brother.
“Huh?” he turned around like an excitable puppy to notice Rock signaling him to sit beside him and in a flash he was running towards the couch and jumped up to take his seat as if performing a great stunt. It would have been quite the impressive feat if he didn’t wind up face first between the cushions...
“Mmf!” with a nudge he was out and free and ready to blabber on.
“Okay, okay, so I was stuck watching over some humans over their excursion and one of them were so rushy that he got snow in his boots and his skin starting falling off, can you believe that?! It just fell off! We had to send him back and another researcher started to get frostbite in his fingers and I swear this year has been a big ‘ol mess!!” Ice waved his hands about like he was discussing teen gossip complete with one of the couch pillows on his lap. “A-and then they hung their socks in the tent and, oh gosh get ready for this, they used the tea kettle to wash their socks in!” He looked on with disgust at just the thought of the memory, he may not have fully understood human cleanliness and immune systems but he knew for certain that was just disgusting.
“The year is 20XX and they just- and then I- ugh! They’re suppose to use it to sanitize the snow into drinkable water!” He leaned against the couch and dramatically clutched at his pillow. He looked at the other with forlorn smile that screamed ‘can you believe this nonsense?!’ and even though it was a bit odd he chuckled at his work stories as he told them, sure they were awful while they were happening but looking back at them was oddly amusing.
