#thelogicsphere

OKAY SO THE THOUGHT PROCESS HERE WAS ROUGHLY LIKE 

Logic stared at the book’s remains for another… hour? No, it had only been thirty seconds. Thirty long seconds of staring, with the book opened to an old hairspray ad. The woman, clearly from the early ‘60s, held up the can and smiled beautifully.

It was a gesture he didn’t entirely appreciate, as she had no right to think she was beautiful if he was there, and thus the smiling woman’s ad was ripped from the page by gnashing teeth and promptly spat onto the floor.

The ink wasn’t right. The ad had been done in black, he’d been looking for red. Or- no, no he didn’t need any ink. He wanted the paper? Why was he holding a phonebook, again..?

The squeak of the door alerted the confused android stared at his friend with focusing and refocusing optics. “Of course I’m not. Rats are ůgͨ͏l̢ͯ̓y͗.” With only a slight twitch to his movements, he folded the book shut on the nearest flat surface. “What are you doing here?”

"The Fact Sphere simply followed the distracting noise. Compiling files is rather difficult when there are...” Craig paused, eyeing the half-chewed remains of a page on the floor. “chewing noises.” 

Perhaps that wasn’t the only reason he had made his way from his usual facility to here, but that hardly seemed relevant at this point. For one, while he was aware that Logic had a thing for food, this seemed unusual even for the creative cooker. 

(( But imagine the sandwiches, now that you’ve got two pieces of strawberry bread! *shot* ))

ff--

Bright green eyes had been watching the blue figure curiously for some time before the little rocket turret moved to greet the android.