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Well, as far as those terms really applied.

Every now and again, Blues spared a period of time to check on the Doctor and the 'bots still with him. He never stayed long, always stayed out of sight—there's that “not being caught” thing, again—and never was found out. Never, that was, until Elec apparently decided to swing by while he was on his way out. If it were anyone else, Blues might have pretended not to hear him, or even that they'd had the wrong person. As it was, though, it was a little bit harder to pull that on Elec. They'd spent too much time together, by now, for it to ever work.

And of course the nickname came with it. Nightingales were noisy and shrill, and Blues still wasn't sure who started it, why it started, or why it stuck. Might be something to ask, later, far from here. He didn't want to stick around longer than necessary, all in the interest of not being caught.

No longer allowed to simply keep an ear out for the pair of blonds, listen for changes in Forte's tone that might denote some greater need to pay him mind (and at one point, he wasn't sure if it was the case or not, but he gave it a mental tag, regardless), the prototype slid from his place at the window to cross closer, stay back past the door frame to look at the mess being made of his bathroom. How much was that, piled around the floor?

“Catty, much.” Half-hearted teasing, not quite deadpanned while the short 'bot crossed his arms. “Opinion on what, exactly?” Because if it was hair length, he had an unfortunate surprise for both of them: he didn't care. There wasn't an opinion to be had. But, for lack of anything else... Blues tilted his head towards a shoulder, looking over the youngest of them. “How short is ‘too short’?” Start by eliminating variables.  

The insulted look and the petulance were expected responses, and it was almost tiring—almost, save for the fact that it somehow always amused him on some level. Maybe it was Elec's following reactions (though he really could have lived without certain details), but it made tolerating the chaos a little easier to just… find the positive aspects in it. Or at least reasons to find it ridiculous.

Forte driving one of the Lightbots up the wall, for one.

Elec was family, that was true, even if Blues rarely interacted directly with them aside from Elec and occasionally Rock if the need was there, but his “protect family from a distance” rule didn't save anyone from their own lesser messes. Elec choosing to bother with Forte's whims? Was one of those messes. So long as they cleaned up after themselves, Blues really couldn't care less what they did.

Besides, it sounded like Forte'd already won. Not much more to worry about, unless Elec decided to charge the scissors at some point, but there was vanity on the line; Blues sort of doubted it.

But if nothing else, Blues was observant.

“If there's a pile of hair in my bathroom, you're the one who gets to clean it up, kid.” 'Clean up after yourself,' in other words. Frankly, he didn't care what Forte did so long as it didn't mess anything up or didn't otherwise screw up the plan, such as it was. Not really much of one anymore, just trying to keep him out of trouble as best Blues could (with both Elec and Forte fighting him every step of the way, it felt, but the Hell was he supposed to do?).

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Blues' somatosensory system overcompensates which leaves him far too sensitive to touch and other sensations. This, in part, accounts for why he takes more damage than Rock or Forte in combat (also because his "natural" armour isn't as thick). As a result, he dislikes being touched and is particularly picky about what clothing he wears. What he does wear covers him completely.

His eyes are somewhat sensitive to light for similar reasons as the above. Part of why the shades are a thing, but also partly because of the unnatural brightness of his eye colour. He would much rather not be stared at, thank you.

Blues resembles a very, very short teenager, but his understanding of the world and his responses to it are those of an adult.

Blues prefers to be protective from a distance, partially to avoid more... tactile encounters. If he needs to, though, he'll throw himself in the middle of things.

He tests Rock for two reasons: they're part mentoring, part making sure Rock's okay/checking up on him.

He doesn't trust anyone. For all that he quietly cares about his siblings, he doesn't trust them, either. Misguidance, good intentions gone awry... Their inability to think for themselves (save Forte, who he's... fairly curious about in that regard) lends itself to serious uncertainty. ...which leads back to Light and Wily and the fact that he definitely doesn't trust or much like them.

Blues travels frequently with Tango. He's not good at sitting still for long periods, but he always comes back to the same apartment. The building itself is no longer inhabited, but no one's torn it down yet (and he's messed with electricity and water so that both run; no one's going to miss how infrequently it's used, anyway).

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