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Watching him, Dirk didn’t move for a while. He wasn’t sure what to do or say for a long while. “No… I think it’d be good for you to stay awake.” He smiled a little bit and then moved to behind Prince, sighing a little bit as he gathered up his things and opened up the panel again, beginning to work on whatever he could.

"You really don’t have to do all that for me.." he whispered. To have someone drop everything and come to him was.. a new feeling and he didn’t know how to deal with it, to be honest.. With a soft sigh, Dirk continued to work. "I’m not used to people wanting to be near me." The only person that did want to… Well.. He was his brother and lover.

All of his friends were gone for now.. Bro, Jake.. Roxy and Jane even. It was getting harder and harder to even want to go outside now.

"Bit it’s a nice thought. Thanks, Prince."

r0b0hime

"Alright. I will remain fully operational for the duration of this procedure." He continued resting his chin on his arms against the back of the chair, actually smiling a little. He found the motion acceptable, as he was being fixed a little and he was getting to spend time with a Dirk. That was cause enough for a smile, right?

"No, I'd like to offer my services. As I am no longer required to fight Jake English, I have no prime directive any longer. I have taken the well-being of Dirk Strider as my duty. Seeing as you are a Dirk Strider, that includes you." There was a quiet hum and whirr of something within him, and he blinked.

"I can't see why not. You're a remarkable individual. And your alternates are, too. You are of course welcome. I'd like to do whatever I can for you." He smiled again. "In addition, you're helping me out. Returning the favor is the right thing to do, I think."

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metallicprince

He was okay…

He took a deep breath and sighed a little, of relief. It was.. so great that he was okay. With a small shake of his head, Dirk rubbed the back of his head. However, his body froze as he said he didn’t want to disappoint ‘you’ and… for some reason that made Dirk happy.. Not disappoint you..? That would be a first of someone wanting to do that. His shoulders slumped at the next sentence.

Right..

He had.. other Dirks.

He had his Dirk.

He was just one in many and that was all he was.

Just another Dirk.

"Yeah.. Yeah, I can take a look at you. As long as you’re okay with it, I don’t really mind.."

r0b0hime

"I'd very much appreciate it. I am unable to run a full diagnostics on myself and whatever you are able to help with is more than I can thank you for."

It took him a moment, but he pulled off his shirt, carefully folding it and setting it over the back of the chair Dirk had been in. He moved to sit in it backwards; his panel available for work.

He was quiet for a moment. "If I am to be honest, I don't want to disappoint you either." And then, he smiled. "I like Dirks. You are no exception. While I haven't gone out of my way to come help you, I am very glad to do so. Please feel free to take advantage of the fact that I will more than likely be willing to drop whatever I am doing to assist you whenever you need it."

There was a small hum from him and he rest his head across his folded arms. "Should I go into standby mode or do you think it more useful for me to be fully aware of what's going on?"

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psych-facts

A big part of emotional intelligence is being able to feel an emotion without having to act on it.

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#Emotions question mark #Princely musings.

metallicprince

Error?

Immediately, Dirk stood up, pain shooting into his leg again, but he only winced and reached out to Prince. “Prince…?” Oh god. The fans weren’t moving all that loud. His brobot still hadn’t had skin yet, so he wasn’t sure how to he worked.

He bit his lower lip, hands feeling around his neck. Usually, he put the control box in the back of his neck. But.. How could he do this..?

"Prince… C’mon, wake up." Did the Dirk that made Prince give a secret code to wake him? ".. Prince. It’s okay.. Restart."

Nothing.. Nothing still. What was going on…? He rubbed down the other’s back, feeling for something to help get him inside, when he came across a patch of skin that was.. warmer than the rest of his body. On an impulse, Dirk lifted the other’s shirt up, pressing around that spot. Was it the control panel..? Was it something el— The spot opened up and he blinked. There we go..

It was control panel. Sighing a little bit, he felt bad about messing around in here, but he made sure that everything was okay, and before long, he flipped the switch on. He wasn’t going to do anything while Prince was in sleep mode.. That’d be weird. He closed the panel and patted his shirt down as he heard the familiar whirrs.

r0b0hime

The lights behind his eyes re-lit, and he blinked - turning around to face Dirk. ...the boy looked worried.

"Dirk. Are you alright?" He realized it might have something to do with his little bout of down time. "I'm alright, by the way. It happens quite frequently lately. I actually had to tell someone about the panel in my back you undoubtedly found. That was... Embarrassing." He smiled, pinning an emotion to it. "I didn't feel it, but I'm sure that's what it would have been." He looked almost thoughtful for a moment. "I don't believe he was rather fond of me. He did reset me when I needed the help, though, so I can only think highly of him."

Right, where was he. "So if you would take a look at me, I would greatly appreciate it." Do not continue that thought, Prince. "As mentioned my functionality is dropping and if it goes any lower I might actually malfunction." His brows knit gently. "That worries me. I don't want to disappoint you." Pause. He blinked. "Dirk. I don't want to disappoint Dirk." There was another pause. "There. That's embarrassment again."

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ぴくいず//エンド

quoridor

omg omg this is so cool i can’t handle it

#Interests.#((wHOA DANG))

metallicprince

Why was there hesitation..? Dirk was confused at first before he was able to make that noise again. Man, this felt nice. Dirk hummed again and slumped in his chair. “.. If you don’t want me to, that’s fine. I’m sure you have your own Dirk to.. do it for you,” he whispered. Why did that hurt him so..? Did he just miss his own Brobot..? Miss having someone like him here..?

With a sigh, he closed his eyes, slumping into his seat. Slowly, he nodded. “My shoulders to hurt a little bit. It’s the fact that I’m not used to the cane.. I think it’s from using it..” He took a deep breath and fixed himself a little, having gotten too comfortable.

”.. You’re really good at this, Prince. I think I got lucky getting you to come over.”

r0b0hime

He stopped then, standing, and moving behind him. Taking a moment to crack his synthetic knuckles (he hadn't had his hands worked on in a while; they obviously weren't sore but the joints were locking up a little) and gently digging his thumbs into the back of Dirk's shoulders; fingertips pressing into the soft muscle flanking his neck. "I'm very glad I can assist you, Dirk. Luck had nothing to do with it. Timing, I think, is more of an accurate thing to account for. I wasn't doing anything, you required assistance. It's remarkably circumstantial, but I wouldn't call it luck."

He quieted again, continuing with his task until something... something bothered him. Which, in addition of it being strange to be bothered by something, it really made no sense.

"If you could take a look at me I'd appreciate it." The phrase was almost rushed and he stopped what he was doing to look down at Dirk again. "My Dirk hasn't yet and I really could use the help. I'm functioning at 75% and dropping and I think I have a broken leg. I'm unable to pinpoint what's wrong." He blinked at himself after he spoke, actually pausing in... confusion. It wasn't like him to be impatient. Or irritated? Was he irritated? Was he irritated at his Dirk? He didn't like thinking that was an applicable emotion, because he didn't like feeling like he was anything resembling upset at his Dirk. There was absolutely no reason for it. They'd been reunited after so long and to even imagine that he could possibly harbor anything other than overwhelming neutrality if not gratitude was... quite realistically, impossible.

"Error 624.452. System failure." There was a quiet whirr, and a beep, and he stopped moving.

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