Juke was content to just focus on his task but then Bother just had to go and make it difficult. The singing didn’t help either, the echo reverberating made it hard to hear anything right and he had to turn down his audios lest he get a processor ache from the noise.
The horseformer might be a better singer than him but that wasn’t saying much since Juke was awful at singing.
This blatant style of flirting he’s come to know as a distinctly Bother-patented thing doesn’t bother him as much as it might have at one point. Not that he’s going to admit it.
“Bother are you gonna practice for tryouts or actually get clean? You’re making more of a mess than cleaning it.” He huffs, amused.
“I am getting clean! I’m almost squeaky clean, honestly.” His voice climbs the register of squeakiness in his annoyance, a LOUD huff escaping the now offended horseformer at the thought that he wasn’t actually doing what he needed to. The nerve! Well...he was clearly failing at his original intention - seduction. Juke seemed utterly uninterested in his protoform and while this was nice, and he was getting very clean, it didn’t get him any closer to getting under the dogbot’s plating.
Luckily he has a plan. An excellent one.
He turns abruptly, a little smirk on his muzzle as he prances towards Juke, brandishing the brush, “Here...let me get your back. I’m good at cleaning!”
Halfway to him, he drops the brush ‘accidentally’ and quickly ducks down to grab it, putting the second part of his plan into action. With a soft pop, he bounces back up, only to pause, brush clutched in a tendril and squeaks, “Oh dear! Wardrobe malfunction!”
His chestplates are popped open just the tiniest bit, a glimmer of bright silvery blue sparklight shining into the washracks.
“Oops!”
