#google upgrades

The deep maroon color in Google’s eyes would soon be replaced completely by a deeper blue with swirls of cyan as he took in the damage that Bing had done to his eye. He wouldn’t say outloud what he was thinking then. Soon, his grip on Bing’s wrist would loosen til he dropped it altogether to fix his hair.

Ivan: “Okay.. What is it that you need?”

Google: “Take Bing and help him, he’s had an accident and needs a replacement.”

Google_Gar: Oliver suggested yoga, so that’s mainly what we do to focus on things as of late. It’s nice to not have to work all the time. 

Unbelievable amounts of anxiety rushed through Bing within seconds of the realization that he just gave himself away.

Guess fluffy hair and hoods don’t work forever.

The two began to walk away, and you all really would like to know, they’re heading over to the repair area Ivan owns for whenever the androids that live here need any help.

Ivan: “What was with all the yelling?”

Bing: “It was.. Um, did you guys hear any of it?”

Ivan: “No, I was too busy watching Eric lose his mind over the state of my room he found it in to make out what you said at all.”

Google: “At first, he would try and check on Bing, seeing if he wanted any company for half a week. Then he left for his room and the amount of times he would come out lessened each day until he stopped coming out. In case Bing ever thought of how this would affect his best friend.”

Eric is 6’2

Oliver is 5’9

Blue is 5’8

Bing is also 5’8

Ivan is 5’6

Bing: “I said I would be a moment! I was gonna come back...” He didn’t notice Oliver inching towards him. “There’s no need to worry about me! It’s all good man.”

Oliver: He began to frown some, not sure of what was wrong. But something was definitely wrong, he looked too tensed compared from how he usually was...

Oliver: “Stalling...? Bing, is this about Blue?”

There was an uncomfortable silence that settled among the two.

Bing: He nervously glanced at Oliver and back to the veiwer. “M-My... Eye has nothing to do with... There’s... I don’t... I don’t remember any other Bing’s that...”

Oliver: “Bing? What’s wrong with your eye...?”

Bing: “N-Nothing—! Nothings wro—”

Oliver: He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure what made it more upsetting, how defensive and shakened Bing became or the fact that he apparently had only one eye. “Bing...?”

Bing: “I-I um... I gotta- I gotta go see what Blue needs- Uhm. Sorry- I can’t. No- Bye-” He moved away from his dear friend who was now trying to get a look at him and bolted passed the door.