DWN-059

plus...

Sword almost says, ‘there is no point to me living’ but realizes that isn’t going to get him anywhere but yelled at or called a loser. And Percy sounds kind of... concerned? As concerned as Percy would ever sound, anyway. He... feels kind of happy about that. Maybe.

FINE THEN, SEE IF I OFFER TO HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING ELSE IN THE FUTURE!!

n-0secondchances

can we please not steal candy from clown this year

he becomes downright insufferable

normally i would remind you of the training rules to  शील, but for some reason you seem to be perfectly happy doing the opposite

FINE THEN, SEE IF I OFFER TO HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING ELSE IN THE FUTURE!!

can we please not steal candy from clown this year

we were all built with a purpose. that is, technically, someone telling us what to do. if you don’t like being told what to do, why do you still race

For the moment, anyway. Astro was about to counter Sword’s snippy behavior by pointing out he’d probably fall flat on the ground 5 seconds after being unplugged, before Sword offered to help. Again. His face instantly scrunched up in confusion. Again. This was all strange and unfamiliar, challenging his previous assumption that Sword had all the emotional capability of an Automatic Teller Machine.

Since Astro hasn’t given him anything to do, he just. Sits back down again. It’s stiffer than usual, like the fact that he’d expressed feelings bothers him.

His gaze turns inward, towards his slowly increasing battery life. Sword calculates how long it’ll take for him to be fully charged again.

“...I came to you so you could recharge me,”

Uhhh what? Annoyed, he turned to look at the other. “What are you blubbering abou–?”

What the hell was that. Sword’s face wasn’t like that .052 seconds ago. Something happened to Sword’s face. What that was, Astro had no idea, but he had no intent of letting a weirdy thing like that slip through his feckkin useless sausage fingers again goddammit.

“...You may have,” he starts, pausing. “...Inadvertently given me an alternative purpose, using me as a table. When you returned my legs to me and I synced up...” the bot shrugs. Is he embarrassed? After his one emotional slip-up, he looks more guarded than ever, so it’s hard to tell. “...Being useful to you drove me to seek you out.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Odds and ends arced through the air and landed in a shoddy cardboard box, uninterrupted by the vocal intrusion, as Astro prepared for his next migration. “You know what, I did.” Whatever strangeness tainted Sword’s tone was lost on the preoccupied robot. If there was any significance behind recharging his brother, it didn’t really occur to him – Sword’s the same, sad lump powered or not, Astro thought to himself as he began stuffing his rear sphere apparatus with the rest of the pointless junk that wouldn’t fit in the box.

“...I came to you so you could recharge me,” Sword repeats, strangely, realization dawning on him. His face contorts into something like shock for a moment, eyes wide; the reaction too fast for him to suppress it properly.

“Of course you would.”

Astro’s immaculate cut flopped this way and that as he inspected the abandoned hallways, paranoid the others were going to find his hiding spot as per usual. Finding nary a soul, he reached out with his silly balled hands to drag the power-starved husk of a shell of a robot into the space as quickly as he could manage, not really caring about the cracks and bongs Sword made as his limbs and head flailed limply against the walls.

Sword’s eyes remain closed, but his brows furrow, cogs whirring within as the anti-grav system starts back up. The cold reboot leaves his body scrambling to re-patch and update-- a clear sign of the fire bot’s neglect in charging himself regularly. Not that that’s anything new, but...

The fact that Sword had gone looking for help? That he’d actually gone out of his way to try and prevent his battery from dying?

That was a marvel in itself.

He finally starts moving, his head sluggishly rocking to one side and then the other, as if shaking himself awake. His legs, lying dead to the side of his upper body, roll into a sitting position just below his torso. The lids of his eyes flutter open and shut, his optic receivers slowly regaining light as his sensors begin to activate.

Sword!

He barely caught  sight of his older brother, but still caught it! Sword was pretty good at hiding was the first thought that came to Aqua’s mind. The second one, the joy he felt from seeing his brother at the party, especially since there was a high chance that Sword wasn’t gonna go.Standing up from his chair with little to no grace, almost knocking over the table in the process.Aqua practically dashed towards his brother not caring if he bumped into any other bots.-

"Big Bro! Hey hey hey hey!" -Finally reaching the other Aqua was bouncing in his spot giddily. He glanced over Sword’s attire and his brother was dressed handsomely now that Aqua had a closer look.He was honestly resisting the urge to pull at Sword’s arm and hug it tightly, since he wasn’t sure how he’d hug the rest of him.-

It feels like he'd been startled, but it's hard to tell because he's still got that incredibly bland look on his face, but then he realizes, oh, it's Aqua.

Sword seems to remember the bare bones of what you're supposed to do when you're happy to see someone, letting his eyes crinkle up in a smile that doesn't quite appear on his face. "Hi. I was just thinking about you." He glances up to see what petting zoo his brother had been talking about, and spots the giant, anthropomorphic bull. "...I don't think that animal is part of the attraction."

The firebot looks back down to his drink, as if realizing he still has it, then looks back up to his brother, the smile gone from his face and the tiniest hints of how uncomfortable he actually is shows in how he fidgets in midair. Somehow. His bottom half shifts its weight awkwardly as well and he averts his gaze.