#amicabots

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Rivet can't help but laugh a little at Sylvia's words; it seems like charisma isn't hardwired into Sylvia's programming...

"Sylvia, are you flirting with me?" Rivet poorly conceals a little giggle.

"No," Sylvia adamantly denies, but the writing is on the wall: she totally was, and it sucked really badly. "That's why I asked who said that, because I wouldn't stoop to such levels, and... ugh. Who am I kidding?"

Pinching her brow, she takes a simulated deep breath and tries again.

"Yes, I was flirting, but you'll have to forgive me. It hasn't been an easy day, or life for me. At least, I don't think it was, memory deletion in mind." Her explanation is feeling a bit poorly-constructed...

Rivet's amusement turns more gentle, her warm brown eyes glistening with sympathy. "Oh, that's okay. Don't even worry about it! I'm just glad you made it here in one piece. I'm running low on spare parts for fixing up my friends."

Sylvia's ears perk at her words. "Friends, hm? In the plural sense? That's interesting. I wasn't aware there were others here."

"Oh, yeah! We've been trapped here for, like, decades ever since the facility shut down! But it's not all that bad. It's better than being decommissioned, and all. Maybe I could take you to meet my pals, if you have the time! I mean, presumably, you do."

Sylvia stops, considering her predicament. She hasn't had much time to think of what she wants in the long term beyond figuring out the immediate, obvious solutions to pressing problems.

Cringetober 2025! day 2. Weird Colors

i like you Mudcrawler but your colors are peculiar lol

(prompt list under the cut)