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“You know if you really wanted to untangle my wires, you could’ve asked.” Breezie teased.
“Will you cease your speech, Breezie?” Metal says.
There had been some glitches and errors on Breezie’s systems for the past few days. Something the hedgehog had to others that it was nothing. But the sudden crashes that would happen inexplicably were getting annoying. So she decided to get it fixed.
Bad news was that Belle was busy, she was her usual fixer for when she had any crashes. Good news though is that it leads to the next best person: Metal.
There were still other options, but how could she pass up the chance to spend time with her favorite person?
“Getting a good sight of my back side, Metty?” She says. “I hope you're getting things done back there and not getting distracted.”
“I can’t focus if you're just going to make foolish statements!” Metal scolds.
“Oh, because of my back?” She winked.
“Sh-Shut up!”
“Don’t tell me to shut up, buster!” She turns her head and gives the robot an offended glance. “Or so help me, I will moan out loud right now!”
“W-Why would you do that?!”
“You're messing with my wires, hon.” She mimics a gasp. “And in public! Some people might get the wrong idea!” She sings songs.
“Gh! Fine! Make your comments.” He says, flustered. “I only ask that you at least keep them to a minimum.”
“No promises~!”
As Breezie turns her head back, Metal presumes back to his work. He wasn’t an expert on programming and the mechanics of machine lifeforms. Even though he himself was one, he wasn’t made with the knowledge of making one. All he knew was about the way he himself was programmed with and what Belle had taught him.
He knew enough to do a solid job at fixing Breezie. Though, he didn’t know everything…
“If…” Metal starts, slight nervousness in his voice. “If I could ask. Could… could you do that?”
“Hm? Do what, honeybun?” She asked, faking obliviousness.
“You know what I’m talking about.” He bluntly states.
“Okay, you're no fun.” She blows a raspberry. “No, not at all. I can’t even feel a thing.”
“O-Obviously!” Metal says. “I can’t imagine what kind of perverted reasons someone would make to put that in you.”
“Aw… you don’t have to pretend to not be disappoin-”
“QUIET!”