#heem...

[sappho-knight]

its whiny babey mode im tired im mopey i want cuddles and kisses i want

[gender444]

[artnerd1123]

android time aka me flexing my love for designing robots and finding science bullshiz ways to explain things slkjflsdkf

[artnerd1123]

yearly redraw for our favorite drama king! give it up for 3 years of this funky sorcerer dude :D

[kkrazy256]

🌸 For Redeye please~

🌸 - Something that calms them

Redeye is not having a good day. His new job on Coruscant is administrative. He basically runs around grabbing and filing reports. But he's fine with that. It isn't dark here, there aren't any silent droids that could catch him off guard here. He's safe here. Commander Fox told him as much. Today they were short-handed and needed an extra person in the Senate Lobby for some public event.

He's nervous because he hasn't interacted with natborns in a while (the last time had been Anakin, Obi-Wan, Satine, and the other senators on board the Coronet). He manages himself pretty well. He doesn't stutter, he was able to keep his composure. But then some Senator shows up with a protocol droid to translate. The senator isn't happy about something or another and is practically yelling at him in a language he doesn't understand. The droid, eyes glowing red, emulates that displeasure very well and Redeye is finding it harder and harder to keep eye contact. He just wants to run away from those glowing red eyes.

As if he could sense Redeye's avoidance, the Senator rumbles and the droid reaches out to point a finger at him, "look at his Grace when he is speaking to you".

Redeye takes a step back with a barely stifled whimper of fear.

Thankfully some vod steps in smoothly, taking charge and redirecting the Senator's attention. The droid blinks and looks away from Redeye.

Redeye runs.

He barely makes it to some supply closet, ripping off his helmet to rub the tears from his eyes, trying his hardest to keep the sobs quiet. Why is he like this? This is his job, he can't keep fucking up like this. Captain Rex had already given him a second chance by transferring him to Coruscant. Commander Fox had given him dozens of chances too. If he keeps this up, he'll be sent back to Kamino for sure. They'll fix him, he knows they will. But then he'll forget, he'll forget Mix-

Chirps outside the door, followed by the sound of pedes bumping against it with confused warbles. These noises could only belong to one thing. He lets out a shuttered breath, pressing the button on the inside. The door slides open and Circ rolls in. The little droid rolls in, barely making it four paces before tripping into Redeye's arms.

"Hey, little guy." He sniffs, shutting the door again and pulling the droid close. It's the only droid he can tolerate. The only one that announces its presence long before it comes into view. No surprises. And it couldn't even harm a fly. Not an assassin probe.

Circ chirps again and tries to rotate its dome. It's trapped between Redeye's chest and opts to just make a noise of question.

"Bad day. It's...I cried again." He says, ashamed. But Circ doesn't judge. Circ doesn't roll its optics or says, "Again, Redeye? Looks like they named you right." But Circ also doesn't ruffle his hair or press its forehead against his. Circ doesn't say, "doesn't matter, you've got me around to protect you from the scary monsters in the dark."

Because Circ isn't Mixer.

"I miss him." He whispers, feeling fresh tears fall, "I miss my ori'vod."

Circ holds a long note, somber. Its center strut wheel rolls against Redeye's thigh plate and inches forward slightly to press closer.

"We'll get through it, yeah? You and me?" He presses his head against the droid's dome. The beeps and chirps vibrate against his chest, and he can't help but let out a choked-up laugh. At least it knows how to cheer him up when he's down. Just like Mixer had done many times before.

Fox finds both of them later, Redeye half-asleep and Circ powered down and snuggled up close.

[goldenageofwireless]

I'm getting way too emotionally invested in my sims nscbjshnsxhsj