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│⚙️│ Of course Kouki wasn’t buying his brother’s lie, and he certainly wasn’t content to let his worry rest for the moment, even if he had attempted to quell it for the sake of not making Keebo nervous. And when one brought their father into the equation, who was known for being rather protective of them both, it usually made the other worry. With a small sigh, the robotics engineer tapped his fingers together as he tried to think what else he could say.

Did the thought of designing some kind of security tag for his robot twin seriously come to mind?

“You’re really starting to worry me, Keebo,” Kouki replied, frowing somewhat. “And I know Dad would worry even more if he found out about what’s happening. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because it’s not important, really!” and with that, he crossed his arms with an annoyed pout in a rather poor attempt at looking serious about what he was saying (not angry though- he honestly didn’t think he’d ever have it in him to be angry at his brother).

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│⚙️│ “Yeah, just a movie. We can have some fun if we watch it together.”

And to be frank, it did look like one of those cheesy horror movies that was more enjoyable to laugh at if you had someone with you. But on the off-chance that it was rather frightening, at least Kouki had his brother in the room with him to deal with it. And it could serve to help Keebo learn about why people willingly watched these movies if it frightened them.

That, and if it meant Kokichi would shut up, it was worth it.

“I don’t think it’s horrifically scary, but we won’t know until we watch it and see,” Kouki stated, setting up the DVD ready to play. “Are you ready?”

Was he actually ready for this? Definitely no. Would he do it anyways? Yes.

At least if they watched it together it shouldn’t be as bad as doing it alone, right? Other people did mention that it was better to watch scary stuff with someone else- and he really hoped it was true. Honestly, he was still pretty skeptical over how fun such a movie could be, but well, it was still worth a try.

He did hear his classmates talk about a movie everyone had to watch, but never bothered to pay too much attention to their conversations; horror was definitely not his thing. How could people enjoy putting themselves willingly through such a stressful experience? He just couldn’t understand, which is why as soon as he heard about said movie Keebo was decided to simply ignore it... until Ouma laughed at his choice and he changed his mind.

It couldn’t be that bad, right? ... He really hoped so.

“Sure! It’s just a movie after all, right?”

“ I mean what I mean, right now means right now! ” 

Ouma kept his answer avoidant, not wanting to give a direct answer as to why. Beginning to open the door to his dorm.. He took in a deep breath. 

Don’t freak out, don’t overreact. Keebo was nothing like those before, mindless beings who could easily malfunction because they were merely tests. His eyes point downward, holding open the door for Keebo to enter with his back. Two things he’d worry about on top of his usual ones, he hated this feeling of attachment and obligation.

“ Saihara-chan has been getting too into those gloomy books, y’knooow? I mean, come on, getting all depressed and blue is no way to live! Living life to the fullest and stealing, destroying everything in your path, that’s the right way! ”

Of course Ouma wouldn’t give him a straight answer, when did he actually make things that easy for anyone? Gathering all the patience he could find (a surprising lot consider who he was dealing with), he followed Ouma inside the room.

At least it did turn out to be something serious and not just another prank- not like it was a big relief, not with what exactly Ouma was bringing up.

His annoyance quickly faded as soon as he started talking, realizing where this was going (or so he hoped- he had a feeling there was still something Ouma refused to tell him just yet).

│⚙️│ Kouki relaxed somewhat, happy that his brother had finally stopped being so stubborn and accepted to stick with him, at least for the rest of the day. He let out a small sigh, attempting to stop himself from feeling that strong worry for Keebo any longer. Sure, he was still concerned, but at the very least his brother was happy to keep within his company. At the robot’s question, Kouki shot him a look, but it was quickly hidden by a happy smile and a nod.

He might as well try and pacify his brother.

“I’m glad you asked,” The robotics engineer replied, whipping out his phone and opening the gallery section. Quickly, he opened up a picture, showing it to Keebo, revealing a blueprint of a cleaning robot akin to a small animal, like a dog. “It doesn’t look like much right now, but when thinking of new ideas, you combine smaller ideas together. This particular device can move around the house like a pet, but also provide cleaning much like a vacuum can. Company and cleanliness, all in one robot!”

With a sigh, as he finally finished his explanation, Kouki put away his phone.

“I’m not sure if Dad will let us keep any more devices around the house, though…” He murmured, before giving Keebo another look. “But maybe he’ll want to know why I have to keep fixing you?”

Despite the question being initially meant just as a distraction, it didn’t take much to find himself genuinely interested in his brother’s explanation- and how could he not? Kouki was smart and always had so many great ideas; there was a reason he was the Ultimate robotics engineer after all, he had the talent for it- not like him, someone who just got in for being an advanced robot.

He wouldn’t mind having a tiny friend like the one in the blueprints, though.

“Y-Yes, I-I can,” his legs shook as he spoke, but he tried his best to stay standing. It would be right of him to ask a stranger to carry him, to poison them with long amounts of contact, his needless weight on their arms and body. 

“Wh-Where..? A-Ah..” His mouth opens and closes almost like a bird’s beak in motion, he couldn’t go to the doctor, that wouldn’t be right for him to do without permission. The boy thought he wouldn’t need to, he knew how to take care of himself.. or, well enough to keep functioning. 

“I-If it.. If it doesn’t bother you.. c-c-could you help me b-back to my house? J-Just in case, ah..” He stares at the floor for a moment in realization he didn’t want what to call this stranger. It was a rather awkward first meeting, if not, completely shameful. 

“U-U-Um.. what is your name? I-I mean, i-if you’re okay w-w-with someone like me knowing.”

“A-are you sure-? You’re really hurt...” To see him not even want to get some medical assistance after such a beating... it was concerning, to say the least. Sure, he did the same most of the time, but at least he could try to fix himself at the best of his capabilities- a human couldn’t just be repaired and leave it at that. “I don’t mind helping if that’s what you’re worried about...”

Looking down, he kept quietly fidgeting with his bag’s strap. Talking to people was harder than he thought- and awkward. Very awkward. Not like the situation made it any better.