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✿ @marshmallowbot ll baymax

Bumping into someone? Yeah. Sure. She’s pretty used to it. She couldn’t always be aware of her surroundings - it was her honest mistake, something she could easily apologize for without skipping a beat. But you know what she wasn’t used to?

Bumping into someone from behind and rather than falling on her bottom like she usually would, she’d find herself falling a bit more into them. 

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, Minnie stumbled off of stranger she found herself falling into and put a hand to the side of her head. She stared up at the giant inflatable robot, a little laugh escaping her lips.

“Oopsie, sorry about that-” 

“I didn’t expect to be falling into you. I hope I didn’t hurt you or anything, I should watch where I’m going next time!” 

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He blinked, stared at the girl, and then blinked once again. His vinyl exterior bounced as she ran into him and unlike most others who would yell with emotions full of surprise or aggravation, the robot simply raised his arm. Dropping his hand upon the mouse girl’s head and patting it. 

A smiley appeared on his chest as he shook his head. 

[I am fine. Are you okay? Running into something like me may cause any numbers of chemicals to be released. Would you like me to check your heartbeat?] 

He inquired, booting up his sensors. Ready to be the medic-aid he was built to be. His optical sensors whirring as he began to scan her, head moving from an upward to downward direction, ready to announce the information if she needs it be. 

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A cart on its own is rolled in. Squeaks of wheels heralds in a new comer to the ball. Stopping only in the very center of the ball. A red object rests upon the cart, it is silent for a moment until a bare patch of white at the very top is marked with black. 

Clasps unluck as the red object opens up. Revealing a white form inside. Whirs can be heard, dancing in harmony with the sound of air intake. Drones of machinery stemming from the core of the object.

The whizzing, growing in sound.

Louder and louder.

Until.

[Hello. I am Baymax. I am going to bust a move.]

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[Would you like a fist bump?]

[ahogethief]

marshmallowbot:

[According to my sensors. The only thing I see in your pants is a peanut.]

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[On a scale of one to ten. How reckt’d do you feel?]

[ahogethief]

marshmallowbot replied to your post: street rat _-_ �� what do they have in their…

WHERE DOES HE PUT THEM

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[According to my sensors. The only thing I see in your pants is a peanut.]

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[Ball-la-la-la-la]

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notapplebees:

“That’s a relief.” Tim watches as the balloonimatronic deflates itself and is able to smoothly escape from the predicament. “The alternative would’ve been really hard to pull off. Ideal Gas Law stuff. Constant pressure, volume, and number of moles means we could’ve—in theory—lowered the temperature to reduce the volume and slip you out, but I hadn’t thought of how to actually execute the change. Glad you have control.” Tim wraps his arms around the squishy stranger without thinking. “You’re fascinating, by the way.”

[There, there.]

Baymax said as he raised an arm to pat the other’s on the head. Soon enough the opaque white exterior of the robot seem to glow a slight orange as a warmth exude from his very core. The whirring within him now a gentle sound. A small smiling emoji appearing on his chest. 

[You are smart. Just like Hiro. Are you in college too? ] He inquired with a small headtilt. 

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notapplebees:

“Of course we’re not gonna use anything sharp!” The thought of using anything sharp hadn’t crossed Tim’s mind. Even if the stuck party wasn’t an inflatable… robot… using anything sharp only works in cartoons. “Is the air inside you constant? Or is there some kind of fan control?” He has a few possible solutions, but which one he goes for depends on this answer. “And if it’s the latter, is it possible to manually override the fan?”

[Oh you are right.]

He admitted. Just now remembering that  he in fact was in control of his own air intake. The whirring within his grew loud as his bulky exterior began to deflate. Sagging vinyl skin began to drop until he was loose enough to push him through. 

[I am now free. You have saved my life. Would you like a hug? ] 

He asked, extending his arms and opening them into a wide arc as he reinflate himself. Returning back ot his usual squishy look that his demeanor matches. 

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notapplebees:

“Okay, so, uh…” Huh. Tim’s not used to this sort of heroism. He’s gotten plenty of people out of tight spots, but most of them involve a guy with a gun and some zip-ties. If only his utility belt had, I dunno, butter or something.

“I’ve seen this before, citizen—” when it happened to Winnie the Pooh— “and I know exactly what to do.”

The sound of a voice made his legs kick even more wild. The stress of being stuck has made him begin to overheat which can be associated with the sound a droning fan whirring from within his vinyl interior. 

[May I ask what it is that you are thinking of? I am afraid anything sharp may cause me to deflate rather quickly.]

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accelatrix:

          “Wha–”

           she blinks a time or two, trying to figure out just what it is that has approached her. it doesn’t take long for her to realize she works alongside an omnic, a man who was pieced together with technology from the brink of death, and a scientist gorilla – so whatever this is, it can’t come as much of a shock.

           “Of course, love! What can I do for ya?”

A hand reaches down and pulls out four lollipops. Each a different color and flavor. 

[Thank you.] 

He said with a small head tilt. His optics whirring as he studied the girl. Content in her answer to help him with his slight predicament. A small happy face appeared on his chest followed by a thumbs emoji. 

[I want to know which lollipop taste the best. So I know which ones to order more of. Which do you prefer: Cherry, Grape, Green Apple, or Orange?]

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dreamravenidol

[Looooooow baaaatteriiies...] 

The robot droned. His voice getting deeper and more guttural with each passing second. He only had one charger and it was in his motel room.

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deadbulletqueen

[It is recommended you take a break from straining your eyes after thirty minutes of playing video games. Any more can result in straining them. ] 

Baymax dont ruin their fun.

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notapplebees

[Ahh yes.]

His voice echoed from behind the window. Anybody looking at him from out side can only see a pair of legs flailingi n the wind. 

[It appears that I am stuck.]

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@accelatrix

[Excuse me.]

He said in a soft tone. In his hand a small basket of lollipops. Stout legs waddling as fast as they could to catch up with the woman before him.

[May I inquire you about something?]

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Hello. I am Baymax. A personal healthcare companion. Here with a starter call. Capping at 3.

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Waddle waddle waddle.

[Oh no. It seems that I have fallen.]

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