Cake and Bird walked through the jungle, the blue drone in front with the purple drone closely trailed behind. The former was wearing a black cardigan with a solid high cut dulling blue shirt underneath, whilst the other was wearing her usually get up of a pale blue jacket with a navy blue shirt with a trim that matched her jacket with shorts of the same colour scheme.
The violet drone was looking around, peering into anything that was even remotely considered dark, expecting something to stare back. She forced her attention onto her partner, flicking her tail before speaking. "So, remind me again, are we telling them or not?"
Blue optics looked up to the taller drone. "No, not currently, I don't want the first thing we tell either Ai or Specter after not seeing them for a while being "I'm pregnant", it feels..." She stopped to tried and find the word but just ended up shrugging, her mind drawing a blank. "Rude? Well, rude is too harsh but it just feels off."
"Got it." The hybrid nodded. "Just wanted to be clear."
As they walked, a familiar voice could be heard.
"You're leaving yourself open."
There was the sound of someone hitting the ground, followed by a groan.
"You're doing better, though. I can feel the energy behind your swings."
If the drones were to approach the noise, they'd see Spectre sitting down on a fallen log, talking to a worker drone with orange eyelights holding a sword, currently laying on the ground facing the canopy above.
"That's good?" he asked, not moving.
Spectre nodded. "Yeah. Though I'm noticing you don't space yourself very much."