#robotufo

"Midi! MIDI MIDI MIDI MIDI MIDI MIIIDIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Little Midi would find himself quickly scooped up and smushed in hugs, though Neo was gentler with their youngest sibling than he was with the others.

“Can’t slow doooown! No brakes!” The little UFO giggles, but down manage to transfer his momentum into a circle so that he can burn off speed as he descends. By the time he comes in for a landing he manages to hit the ground spinning instead of crashing. The result? A dizzy Galaxy, but no damage. “I’m getting better at it though look loooook!” And he giggles as he disarmors and reaches up for his brother, wanting and expecting a hug. “I missed you, big brother! I missed you a lot!”

...Aaaaand down he goes. At least it wasn’t a crash, but Magma can’t help wincing anyways. If there’s one thing Galaxy is good at, it’s causing him to simulate heart attacks with his landings. At least he seemed alright? Chuckling, the elder DLN joins his brother’s side and crouches down next to him.

“I can see that,” Magma murmurs, reaching down to scoop his baby brother up. He gets back to his feet, cuddling him tightly. “I missed you too, little guy. See anything cool out in space lately? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy...”

Oh, dear. He can hear the voice from far away, and Magma’s first reaction is to get his worker’s attentions. Secure the pipes, and then they can all break for lunch-- He has a feeling Galaxy is going to be a while, anyways. It’s... Been a while. Probably a little too long, if he’s going to be honest.