We Just Want Friends

“Why would you do that, Mr.Robo? Grandpa said friends don’t lie to friends! Tell us next time!”

He shifted nervously, all eight eyes blinking rather fast. “Well, there is this one I have,” he muttered before moving to show Jorgen a permanent scratch on his neck. “We got this one from messing around when Gramps wasn’t watching. That was before we got stuck here, though.”

“We got this one from a really mean piggy would wouldn’t stop chasing me!” Webber pulled back to show a bit of skin on his side. It had an almost purple scar marring half his torso. “It was really scary! We didn’t like what he did to us, no no.” He sat on the ground, a little pout-y from the memory.

ok so I found a thing

[[*whispers* Webber loves being pet and making flower crowns. He’s only six so he loves friends/being babied

“EEACH!!”