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The robot hears the new voice, and before he turns to face it, he tries to match it with a face he already knows. It's too feminine to be pretty much anyone he knows, so he turns around and blinks a few times.
The terrible noise of hard drives clinking against one another sounds out while he tries to identify this person, but it just makes him more... tired.
Actually tired, how bizarre.
"I don't sleep, for one." He turned his chair back around, facing the computer monitor while his fingers typed out coding at a fast rate. "I shut down. And I can't shut down right now. I'm doing something."
“Well, you look like you could do with shutting down.”
The redhead let out an audible sigh at that,moving forward to stare blankly at the coding he was currently inputting. The rate he was typing was incredibly hard for her to keep up with, so Jack simply brought over a chair to sit next to the other. She found herself just watching the bot type beside her, head resting on the back of her seat. It was oddly relaxing just to hear the other just type away, eyes drifting from the screen to the younger contraption beside her.
Ray continues typing, optics wide. He was barely focused on what he was typing but the coding made sense. Yes, he needed to shut down. Shutting down would give his system some rest so he wouldn't, well, overheat. But completing this task seemed much more important. Hearing the woman pull up next to him, the robot looked over to her. He wasn't angry that she had stopped by, he just felt... neutral, maybe. Until her gaze drifted over to him.
"I don't know. Not now, maybe later. Why are you concerned?" Ray had no intentions of sounding rude with his question. He really just wanted to know.
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"You need to sleep sometime."
The robot hears the new voice, and before he turns to face it, he tries to match it with a face he already knows. It's too feminine to be pretty much anyone he knows, so he turns around and blinks a few times.
The terrible noise of hard drives clinking against one another sounds out while he tries to identify this person, but it just makes him more... tired.
Actually tired, how bizarre.
"I don't sleep, for one." He turned his chair back around, facing the computer monitor while his fingers typed out coding at a fast rate. "I shut down. And I can't shut down right now. I'm doing something."
"Who did this to you?"
The robot was rendered silent as the soft question seeps into thick air. A few dents and scratches across his chest piece were the subject of attention now and he had no idea how to explain this. Momentarily, his display screen is filled with static and he tries to talk but the words are distorted.
A sign that he was nervous.
"Well, yooo-Oo-oou know," the distortions almost make him cringe, "People are not always fooooond of robots." He faces the floor, almost turning away, not wanting to elaborate any further.
"It's okay." He feels over the dents once more. "I'm used to it."
You pull your hand away, before patting his good shoulder and letting it drop to your side, your own shoulders slumping.
"…Alright. Alright, man. Whatever you say."
Some of that anger is starting to boil up, and wow you really hate humans. Human versions of your friends are usually okay, because they’re your friends, but. These were not friendly.
"Hey, Ray? Did you get a decent look at any of them?"
The sudden change in emotion in the other made Ray straighten up. It suddenly felt awkward, it made him drag his optics up. They were unfocused, yes, but he tried his best to look at the objecthead.
This emotion wasn't nice. If he could remove it from his coding, he probably would, though it would be frowned upon by his creators. Maybe attempts to never feel it again would be wise.
He silently whirrs, making a reminder to ask the other Ray over sometime. Maybe for a little television watching. (Raybot wasn't a big fan of television but the good intentions were still there.)
"Of course I did. I have a file for each person who came up to me.
"...Why?"
"Don’t touch me."
The words make him freeze dead in his tracks.
Hands pause in mid-air and Ray almost puts his hand on Gavin's shoulder, but he lets them fall. The moment is tense, and Ray wants to ask why but he's too scared. Wringing his hands, he finally finds what he wants to say. "Gavin, what happened?"
His mouth shuts but he knows he can't just stop there. Or, maybe he should, in order to allow Gavin some 'calming down' time.
Everything was confusing and it took a while for Ray to push back any fear to speak once more.
"What did I do? I-I," he laughs weakly but the noise sounds wrong in this situation. "I just wanted to hold you."
"Who did this to you?"
The robot was rendered silent as the soft question seeps into thick air. A few dents and scratches across his chest piece were the subject of attention now and he had no idea how to explain this. Momentarily, his display screen is filled with static and he tries to talk but the words are distorted.
A sign that he was nervous.
"Well, yooo-Oo-oou know," the distortions almost make him cringe, "People are not always fooooond of robots." He faces the floor, almost turning away, not wanting to elaborate any further.
"It's okay." He feels over the dents once more. "I'm used to it."
You frown heavily, watching him, fingers darting up to the back of your neck to touch ancient scars.
"No one should be used to anything like this."
You step closer, close enough to touch, and you just graze the back of his hand as the robot touches his wounds.
"Is there anything I can do to help you?"
The contact on his hand is enough to make him sigh out, hand almost falling back down. But the robot keeps it there, coding flashing on his display screen as he tries to identify this new emotion.
"There's nothing you can really do." Ray lets his hand drop and it clenches inside of the shirt he was wearing. Maybe he should've kept it on. Hid everything.
"I just need to get it repaired."
"Who did this to you?"
The robot was rendered silent as the soft question seeps into thick air. A few dents and scratches across his chest piece were the subject of attention now and he had no idea how to explain this. Momentarily, his display screen is filled with static and he tries to talk but the words are distorted.
A sign that he was nervous.
"Well, yooo-Oo-oou know," the distortions almost make him cringe, "People are not always fooooond of robots." He faces the floor, almost turning away, not wanting to elaborate any further.
"It's okay." He feels over the dents once more. "I'm used to it."
Send my muse one of the following
"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic." "You need to sleep sometime." "Come on, just hit me!" "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."
I was off for a much longer time than actually anticipated.
UR AU IS THE CUTEST OMG
{ thank you!!! this means a lot to me, omg
lots of big hugs! }
Well. Y'know. Hee. I'm getting all sorts of sparks, come here already. Just. Into my arms. I apologize in advance for my gammy left arm and any loose wires, though, not sure if that'll ruin the comfortableness. People are bastards.
I'm coming now. Don't spark up the place. Open your arms, baby, I'm going to wrap around you.
...I love you, Gavin.
I guess? I don't. Know a lot about being romantic. I just like holding your hand and kissing you and stuff. God, no. Your kisses are lovely, darling, really. I like them.
I like all of those things, too. I fit very comfortable against you, and your hand is nice to hold. ...Thank you, Gavin. I personally think that your kisses are the best, because they're very nice and make me smile.
Look at us. Both broke as hell. I still need a few connectors to get my arm working right properly again. It's moveable, but… clunky. Maybe we can hold hands when we go in for repairs. Hehe. Of course, love. I'll stay with you for as long as you like.
Is this romantic? I'm not completely sure. But, holding hands while being repaired sounds good. Being romantic at any point in time with you sounds good with me. I'm sorry if my kisses aren't so good.