#speros

oops heres another one

So yeah. Totally played a game with Speros and I would never have known if my bro hadn't been watching it with me (unless he happened to notice my username when he got around to watching that stream).

She leaned forwards and kissed his warmed metal head from where she sat on the kitchen stool. Just a small, but affectionate way of thanking him for his help, even if he was hired to look after her in the first place. But it didn’t feel right to ever think of him as simply a caretaker being paid with the shelter of her parent’s house or a worker only doing his job, no. For as long as Speros could remember, Sherman Pierre had been living under the same roof, eating the same food, and caring for her in the same way that her family did. Whenever she would come to him asking a question he would smile at her genuinely, without a hint of feigned interest, and launch into an enthusiastic explanation. Often his French accent would ooze over and in between his words as he spoke faster and faster until he realized by the look on her face that she could no longer understand him. Then he would slow down and use a more American-sounding voice, which is something that I later found out he was not particularly fond of. The United States of America..had not been kind to him when he had first arrived here, being both a bot and from Europe, and she could understand that his reason for being wary of trying to live the American way of life. It was unfamiliar. Unfriendly upon introduction. But over the years Sherman had dared to take part in some of our traditions: Thanksgiving pies, Gothic literature, and the bright colors often incorporated into everything we did. The last thing she had to admit, she did share other countries’ dislike of the exaggerated colors and needless noise used in almost everything we Americans do. It seemed artificial, and unreal. To Speros, beauty was in the true nature of things: tactfulness, intelligence, determination, resourcefulness, and strength. This may or may not have been instilled in her by Sherman’s attitude towards such extravagant habits and tendency to use such bright colors only when an occasion was truly deserving of it, it was hard to tell. For since the time she had begun to show interest in such worldly things she had conducted that way of train of thought and refused to be swayed from it. But of course with her mother and father being great advocates for American tradition, she soon succumbed to the idea of going completely off her rails whenever a birthday, congratulations, or party was occurring. So as she laid the friendly kiss upon Sherman’s - or as she referred to him since she was an infant, Pop Pop - he looked up at her not in disgust, boredom, or any kind of nonchalance. But he looked her in the eyes with a fondness not unlike a grandparents’ or uncle. Speros returned his glance equally, but with the innocence of a nine year-old child with much knowledge but still a vast amount to learn. Sherman chuckled, and pressed his head to hers in return as his own robotic kiss, and his mechanical smile seemed to grow wider.

Nagrio stepped up behind her carefully, smirking, and then launched a hug on her which caused her to jump. Cinnamon flew all over the counter. She yelped and grabbed his arms, thinking he might be an intruder before she glared coldly at him. The ice in her gaze quickly melted in relief though, and she smacked her husband lightly on the head. “What the hell Nag?” Speros groaned, though smiling. The American-Filipino writer shrugged sheepishly. Dang it, why did he have to be so handsome? the Caucasian ecologist thought, feeling entitled to give him a kiss where she had slapped him– which she did. “Well, whatever. Where were you when I woke up?” “I got you something for tonight.” His eyes sparkled as her’s widened with curiosity and anticipation, which quickly turned into excitement as he pulled out a necklace from his pocket. “I know you’ve been eying this every time we go to the store, and I thought, maybe you’d like to wear it to dinner..?” “Yes of course, thank you so much! You didn’t need to though, really..” She lifted up her curtain of long, sandy gold hair as Nagrio put the jewel-laden neckpiece around her neck and locked the clasp gently. The metal weight hung lightly and regally on her sternum. Even without the necklace, Speros looked s o beautiful to him. But it seemed right that she should have something that shone with just as much light as her eyes, something that added to the beauty around her and made everything fit in place with her. His wife – God, he didn’t even deserve her – was the center of every room he was in. The first star in the night sky, the shining lake in the middle of every valley, the blue expanse of the atmosphere, the striking flower amongst a plethora of bush, the apple of his eye. He was lost in an embrace with her, each spouse grateful for one another.

Sketch'n a little bird

Speros/-S.Speros Casek Silene Marlene Russtic “Russ” Nagrio Michael Gabriel “Gabe” Bryant Annastastia Cora Rob Archimedes, “Archie”, “The Keeper of Well Being” Eliza, “The Memory Cleaner”, *coughs* “Meme Kitty”

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