dwn62 :: frost

frozen-giant

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"Because I asked you to do it for me! Can’t you do this one thing?” Clown hissed back in response, not being able to understand why Sword wouldn’t just do it for him and stop bickering about it. He was just about to shout something else when Frost’s words finally registered. Hurt him? Really? Clown looked down, automatically finding the damage done to Sword’s arm and he frowned. Guess his body wasn’t made as robustly as a lot of the other Robot Masters; and without his armor, his older ‘brother’ was even more vulnerable.

Sword winces when Frost skids to a halt, and winces further when the temperature around him drops. He can already feel the ancient oil still circulating in his neglected chambers start to turn to sludge. Wow. Frost was frigid.

Disappointment was the only thing on Frost's face as he trudged through the hallways, brothers in tow as he carried them all to a quiet place where they could put their supplies away. Gently he lowered his arm to set Clown down, with Sword meeting the same fate moments later. His eyes were locked on the seam of his brother's shoulder for a long time until he finally gave in and accepted it. "We can get a p..atch for you."

"No you can’t and What EVER, he’s going to love it anyway. It’s the thought that counts, stupid." Clown said defensively as he was hauled up to safety, but the humans were much more pressing than justifying his gift right then.

"Of course it does," Sword replies, his voice as blasé as ever. Frost was carrying them together in both hands now, so Clown was taking up most of the room and Sword’s torso was squashed somewhere inbetween Frost’s elbow and the other bot’s snake-candy arms.

Frost did as he was told and continued onward, pushing through the annoying stream of bullets and screeching organics so that they could try and manage to teleport out.

"Yeah, black is better!" Clown agreed, happily dropping all of the blue cans he’d collected onto the ground near their feet. "We’ll go matching, it’ll be really classy… a gift, huh?” He grinned, patting his larger brother on the head. It was a real shame that not everyone could understand how smart Frost was!

"I can hold something too," Sword objected, holding out his hand. Clown’s massive limbs wrapping around the paints made something in him feel weird. Like an odd throbbing akin to a pain reading. He’d been feeling it a lot these past few years. He still didn’t really know what it was.

Sure enough, it was human interference, was was made evident by the sounds of fearful, angry yelling. Frost never understood why they had to be so loud. If they just asked them to leave nicely, he would have. "Okay. Let's go." Once sure the two were safe and secure bundled up against him he threw himself outward, one of his massive shoulders crashing through another wall so he could head to a teleportation hub.

Clown was starting to get annoyed with Sword’s needling, which was much less needling and more like just ‘asking a question’, but Clown wasn’t exactly known for being terribly patient. “Because—” He insisted as if that was reasoning enough, trying to keep the irritation from leaking into his tone. “He likes you a lot for some reason, and if I talked to him myself he’d laugh at me! I need you to ask him if he’ll go to that party with me.”

Sword stares.

"Uh." Frost thought.

How they were going to get in didn’t even need to be said, it wasn’t like they had keys! They did however have a Frost Man, which was even better if you asked Clown.

"Why do you need to talk to Astro," Sword says, mildly, his question not sounding like a question. He’s scanning the aisles as they pass them, pointing out the paint cabinets for Frost. "Try down there. In the glass cabinets. We’re going to need a lot of paint for you, Frost. Are you sure we should just be using spray paint? What about whatever they use to paint cars? We could do that."

He wandered past several aisles, including those with very plush looking pieces of carpet, which Frost wouldn't have minded grabbing for himself to throw into the hoard he kept in the fortress freezer. A variety of Hostess brand snack foods already lined the walls along with several bottles of snow cone syrup. Frost didn't understand why they didn't freeze. He also didn't understand why they made the caps so small. Too small for him to be able to open them, in fact. How cruel.