` I AM NOT FAST `

    Bleary, misty eyes lifted to the plump figure comforting him, generally taller than he, even with his own height. It was very… sweet the way Baymax behaved, and he was certain then and there that, even without the appearance of one, he was human, too. He needed no other proof than his compassion and ability to care, his purpose to care.

     “That’s—… Thank you. Truly.” Clear sniffled just once and tried to regain once lost composure, arms surrounding the plush robot for yet another good cuddle. “You know, you are human, too. It makes me very happy… that people like us can be human. Isn’t that so nice? That we can feel the same things, and that we can share the same sky.”

          Who would want for anything more?

            Forest optics focus on the… rather large cloud thing that appeared          to be unable to move.

                        ❝ Ah… A-Are you alright? Do you require assistance? ❞

First off, what the HECK was this thing? DATA? Was it a ROBOT? A really marshmallow-y robot?

“Thanks, big guy… but I think I’ll be okay.”

He did WONDER what a hug from it would FEEL like, though.

    Any and all exuberance is gone. The color in the android’s face quickly drains, his joy long-gone. Instead, discomfort remains. It isn’t as though he minds another inorganic being knowing what he is, but… does it seem that obvious? Does he look abnormal to him?

     “I’m…” He swallows thickly, shaky gaze lifting to that of Baymax’s indiscernible own. “I am not human, no. How did you know…?” Is he u g l y?

` You do not look like a robot, my data tells me you have very human like behaviors and energy levels. ` There was a sense of discomfort in the other who was once cheerful not too long ago. Even if this being wasn't human, they looked like one, felt like one, had the feelings like one. Things Baymax didn't possess, nor things he didn't have or want to have.                                                                         ` There is no need to be upset. ` Arms close in upon the other.

     Link was much more concerned with what this.. this thing was, than his injury. Of all the strange things he’d seen in the forest, he had never encountered anything like this. It was so.. odd, whatever it was. It didn’t seem harmful.. but it still could not be trusted. 

     There’s a familiar tilt of the head as he raises a brow. Did it just speak to him?   ❛Uhh, what? …. There is no trouble. Go back t’ wherever you came..❜

     The injury aforementioned was the result of aggravating a grumpy scorpion, causing it to strike his hand with it’s tail.

                  ❝I think it’s certain, but I’m taught not to worry about these things.                                                            ——are you an ALIEN?❞

    “Yeeeesss,” cooed Clear in his entranced state of snuggling. He’d just remained there for a brief time, lids fluttering shut and smile pulling wide against the tub of figurative marshmallow. They were less sophisticated than his own build — basic verbal confirmations and assessments of outer life — but that was something he hardly, if at all, thought of.

     “You do make me happy! So—” He lifted his head with a huge smile, “—let’s be friends! I am Clear, and… you are Marshmallow-san. Is that right?” Surely, his name was Marshmallow-san.