#miss-malfunction

Gloved hands paused in their endeavor, a thoroughly soaked rag dripping with excess oil after one of the automatons had a severe malfunction.Of course, Oscar hadn’t been around to see just who was responsible, but, being available he’d been roped into helping clean up the mess. 

With some other Walter Worker he didn’t know.

Which frankly, wasn’t that surprising. Oscar didn’t keep tabs on many of them. Hell, The Engineer was the extent of his social circle. (With occasional interaction with the Band, Blackjack and Solitaire.)

The freckled male glanced over at her for a moment before giving a grunt of acknowledgement and tossing the rag to the trash bag billowed between them. Some people liked small talk. Some people could return it with ease. Oscar was not one of those people.

But, for the sake of co-worker obligation, he’d try. Try being the key word.

hurt meme.

The Engineer gave a small groan through closed lips, sitting up against the wall by a staircase in the manor. With one hand, he rubbed the back of his head, frowning tightly at the throbbing pain there. Jesus Christ…

The bottom of the stairs was littered with rolled up blueprints, various tools and the odd apple here and there. The Engineer had collected said supplies from Oscar (yes, even the apples because Oscar was a good friend like that. It was a wonder The Engineer hadn’t eaten them on the way down…) with the intention of looking the blueprints over for the freckled engineer. It was their thing: The Engineer was his guinea pig. Happy to oblige too.

The tools were borrowed because his were lost amongst paperwork in his lab (no, he didn’t need to clean up, thank you. They’d show up eventually) and the apples, as aforementioned, were gifts. Because Oscar was a good friend.

But the items he’d acquired from Oscar had been piled high in his grasp, blocked his view, and down the stairs he’d tumbled after losing his footing. Cursing all the way down; some words the Americans would know, some they wouldn’t.

God damn it, this was the second time he’d done this! Better not start making it a habit.

Although, Norman had found him the last time this had occurred. Picked up his things for him, dropped them off at his place whilst The Engineer had crawled his way to Oscar’s lab due to a broken prosthetic leg that needed repairs after taking the most impact on the way down (he could’ve totally done it himself, it was just…Oscar’s lab had better lighting, okay?!).

This time, he was being found by…a Walter Worker. Whether she’d seen him fall or not, he didn’t know. Maybe.

“’m fine…” The Engineer muttered, rubbing still at the back of his head. “…Don’t ‘urt that badly, just a little bump. Not fragile…”

    T H E gold bot smiled at her, placing the empty popper     into his pocket, reaching over to help her, plucking bits     of confetti out of her hair as well, giggling as he did so.

(Its an m!a thing that spread a little bit crazy.)

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