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Kissing Meme4 — Cheek Kiss
Yes Man knows he has to choose the right moment. After all, you don’t just go about kissing someone randomly, right? You kiss people you like being around, and whose time you appreciate. You kiss lovers but you also kiss friends and family, Yes Man knows that much. He also knows that despite how he knows that a kiss on the cheek is something that can definitely be shared between friends, he finds something akin to nervousness stirring in his programming.
The courier thought they were friends, right? Yes Man isn’t truly sure, but he’s pretty sure that a kiss will make his intentions known!
It’s this insecurity that causes him to wait until he and Uriel are alone, up in Uriel’s suite in the Tops for the night. Yes Man is getting Uriel to tell him about his latest excursion into the Wastes, and the courier is more than happy to recount ‘all the good fights,’ as he calls them. Yes Man listens with disturbingly genuine interest, and even laughs once or twice while covering his ‘mouth’ with his pincers as Uriel describes particularly brilliant –or maybe just violent— ways he had turned some fights in his favor. It seems like Uriel talks to him forever, and Yes Man soaks up the attention, as indirect as it is, like a sponge.
He doesn’t mean to interrupt the courier, he’d never do that entirely on purpose— but Yes Man gets the sudden feeling that if he doesn’t do it now, he won’t be able to for the rest of the night. And he’s already been planning it long enough. He tries to convince himself that now is as good an opportunity as any, and that if Uriel is his friend, he will be grateful for the affirmation of their friendship.
The courier is mid-sentence, sort of demonstrating with his hands how he knocked some raider off their feet in some past fight, when Yes Man decides it’s now or never. He kind of leans all seven feet of himself down, and Uriel’s words trail off into silence as Yes Man gently presses his flickering screen to the side of the courier’s face. He is trying to ‘kiss’ him on the cheek, but his screen is big enough that it’s hard to tell just what he was up to, since it’s more against half of Uriel’s face than his cheek.
“Hey—” Uriel interrupts, causing Yes Man to pull back some, as he slaps a hand onto his cheek. His skin still feels tingly from where the Securitron’s monitor had been, and the courier feels a touch of panic as Yes Man quickly wheels backwards. “What the hell was that for?!” He demands, standing a little straighter, more imposing. Yes Man has his hands held awkwardly in front of him, his pincers spreading out as if he can calm Uriel down like that.
“Oh, that! I— I guess it was nothing!” Yes Man scrambles to explain himself, even though something in him feels like it’s both twisting and sinking simultaneously. “I thought we were friends, but, haha, I guess that’s what I get when I go assuming things! I just, I thought you would appreciate it…”
Uriel’s face rotates through several expressions, and he scrubs a hand over his face a little harder.
“Yeah, you know, that’s not very helpful, Yes Man. That I would appreciate what, exactly?” Honestly Uriel found what had just occurred to be more creepy than anything— when a robot pushes its unchanging face near yours, of course your first response would be to be a defensiveone. “You weren’t, like… trying to read my mind or doing some other weird robot thing, were you?” Really, Yes Man could’ve been up to anything.
Yes Man’s screen seems to flicker, as if he’s blinking in confusion.
“I… don’t really get what you mean, but no! I can’t do anything like that. I was trying to,” and here his voice dips a little, as if he is embarrassed, “Kiss you. Because, well, that’s what friends do, right?” Yes Man’s gaze seems to lower to his hands, which he seems to hold close to his chest. “But I must not have been very good at it. Heck, maybe robots and humans shouldn’t be friends at all! Maybe that’s all it is…”
As Yes Man talks and twiddles his pincers, Uriel tries to process what the robot just said. Yes Man is still talking when a hand is slapped on his shoulder, and when he ashamedly looks up, he’s surprised to see a grin begin to crack Uriel’s face.
“No shit?” He asks in a ‘for real?’ tone. “Why didn’t you just say so? You know, I really thought you were just like all those other cold robot assholes, only with a creepier face! I guess you aren’t so bad, huh? For a robot and all.” Uriel pats Yes Man’s chassis, and the Securitron can only stare in confusion as Uriel leans up and, to Yes Man’s complete astonishment, gives him a kiss right on the top of the frame surrounding his face.
Uriel pulls away and gives Yes Man a smile, eyebrows raised at how quickly the Securitron’s face flickers on and off the screen, before he sort of awkwardly pats Yes Man’s chest and backs off.
“You learn something new every day, right? ‘Night, Yes Man.” Uriel leaves for the bedroom, stopping with a somewhat irritated expression, but stopping nevertheless as Yes Man calls for him.
“Uriel?” Yes Man asks quietly, the soft whirs from within his body nearly louder than his voice. “That… does that mean we’re friends now?”
Surprise visibly flits across the courier’s features, and he gives a little shrug.
“Well, yeah? Yeah, I guess we are.” Uriel seems to shrug it off easily enough, and slaps the doorjamb to his room once before shutting the door behind him. “’Night, buddy.”
Yes Man stands alone in the main room, his hands clasped together, and tries to make sense of the unbelievably genuine happiness inside of him.
