#dca oc

:3c teehee

close up of their face under here:

Epilogue speaks up now, of course, "We can't. Not possible. You know this." Which yes, of course Prologue knows this. It's in their code that they cannot enter the daycare. "I know." Prologue answers, his tone is more fragile, yet his fingers curl into the wood, it groans at the pressure. "Careful." Epilogue's raspy tone reminds him and Prologue lets his hand unfurl from the frame, his hand hovers before falling to his side. "Sorry." He whispers and Epilogue lets out a hum again, soothing and warm. "We should. Continue rounds." Epilogue reminds him but he doesn't move their body, he's making Prologue decide for them which is the usual. "…"

A clawed hand makes its way up to the rim of Prologue's faceplate, the tips of the claws caressing the beginning of the rays that come out from the side of his face. "Sunny." Epilogue whispers, claws sliding down to his side of the chest they share. "We have to. Do our job." And yet, he still doesn't move. Prologue sighs. "I cant, Moon. I… I want to be in there with them. It should be me in there with them." The hand falls from their chest. "Hm." Is all his other half says. Prologue's eye moves back to the window, he didn't know when he stopped watching. What he saw hurt more than whatever death could be, the new Sun and their beloved Star were hugging. A growl moves from his voice box and his hand curls into an angry fist. Prologue raises it, but he's stopped by his other hand, Epilogue. Claws wrapped tightly around his wrist. "No." Epilogue says, voice firm, filled with a mechanical stutter. "I know. It hurts. They are friends. With them. Be. Nice." Prologue sneers at nothing and lets both hands fall. "But what if we-" "No. Do not let fear. Eat you. Not again." Epilogue interrupts. "They love us. You know this. They have said this." He reminds Prologue.

"Right." Prologue whispers, his eye still trained on their star and the new Sun who seem to be playing some sort of jumping rope game now with the kids. You're laughing and smiling so brightly. The new Sun's rays are spinning in delight at the sound, he can tell. It feels awful. Epilogue chuckles. "Jealous?" Prologue grimaces, "yes. Of course I am!" He huffs. "No need to be. It. Or well, maybe you can be. Star likes it. Sometimes." Epilogue grins, "Not all the time. Though." He adds. They remember the last time they showed too much jealousy and their beloved got so angry. "Yeah, not all the time." Prologue agrees, tone muted, eye still focused on the daycare. Epilogue hums a sweet little tune, but prologue can't tell where its from. Is it a nursery rhyme? "Star!!! Star!!!" Epilogue's excited shout in their head snapped him out of it. "Huh?" Prologue muttered before looking down through the window. Epilogue's purring so loud their whole chassis is vibrating. Their star was staring up at them through the glass, eyes narrow and lips formed in a frown, a pout rather. They motion to their wrist, tapping a finger on their old wristwatch they wear. "Busted. Star is watching." Epilogue almost sings it, he sounds happy that they got spotted. Prologue gave their beloved a little smile, slightly embarrassed.

He watches their lips move. Oh, they're talking. Their Star is asking what they're doing here. Epilogue's clawed hand is on the glass caressing their Star or well their outline on it. Prologue chuckles, he shrugs. Star rolls their eyes before moving to the doors and opening them to peer out, they turn their head to look at them both. "I thought you two were doing rounds now?" They ask, confused, and curious. "Er… Well—" "We. Wanted to be with you." Epilogue, the betrayer, says. Star blushes something so sweetly. "Ah, I see." They let a small giggle escape their pretty lips, Prologue and Epilogue feel their wires twist so deliciously at the sound. Star speaks again, "I told you that today i had to help out at the daycare due to Sun's handler being sick." Their tone is apologetic, for no reason, Epilogue says in their mind. "We know. We just… Missed you during the start of our round. You hadn't come to say hello today." Prologue knew he sounded like a wounded puppy, but he couldn't help it. Thankfully their Star smiles up at them.

--

I do fear “lovebird” was more so for their colorful plumage that can vary impressively, as well as the fact that they’re fairly social, chatty, yet also tend to be a bit… nippy. I had considered “Budgie” but… most are considered “easily tamed” which doesn’t quite suit me… and frankly, if I may be so bold, you don’t seem the type for “taming”.

Although… try harder you say? The intent behind “lovebird” as a nickname might change if you keep on being such a sweet talker… here I was originally just offering to act as… not (of course unnecessary) assistance, but rather simply a bit more like an automatic Swiss Army knife- versatile & quick to help. Now? Mmm… almost feels like you’re the one flirting with me at the end there~

-lovebird

Well… actually, if I’m being ENTIRELY honest, there might have been a faint air of… I mean, I wouldn’t say /begging/ as that’s a bit dramatic, but… something of the sort, with my offers regarding my various capabilities.

All that aside… clearly, wouldn’t mind being kept as I certainly know how to “sing”, and it’s certainly up to you whether you consider me more of a parrot or songbird… suppose it’s also entirely up to what I’m yapping about.

-Lovebird

"So many assumptions, so little thought behind those words..." Glitch's smile curls, dangerously amused. "To title yourself such an affectionate moniker - I'd almost think you were throwing yourself at my feet. Not an unpleasant image, but you've misunderstood something rather detrimental."

Oh, and assuming any others have a fondness for 3am vivid hair dying & fun haircuts, I can save you money on that as well with my DIY experience of helping friends with all sorts of hair types achieve their visions… and if you’re unaware, that sort of service usually costs a pretty penny… yet I quite enjoy doing it for the love of the craft.

So… what say you? Do we have a deal?

"How insulting... Not only have you assumed I'm some kind of polygamist that I would have a harem," The functioning half of Glitch's face curls into a sharp, sneering grin, "but that I require your half-baked 'expertise' to keep my things organized."

Forgot to post this one

(Once they are a little more confident)