“I need a good middle name too.” The bittybot sat at the dining room table, her head propped up by her hand,
Theo snorted from the kitchen, currently minding a pot of stew,
“Well it has to be something that rolls out of your speaker quite nicely, mm?” Xe turned, eyeing the child’s screen,
“And you seem to enjoy names that feel cutesy and sweet.”
“I was thinkin’ Danger,” Blazer piped up from all the way in the living room, shooting them a grin from behind his newspaper,
“Dolly Danger! That’s pretty sick right?”
“Well the alliteration is nice.”
“Hm,” Dolly faced the ceiling for a moment, drawing out a sigh,
“It’s cooool. But I do want somethin’ cuter…”
“I was going to say Dolly Ann,” Theo hummed, stirring the stew,
“Dolly Danger Ann Roberts…” Blazer chuckled, putting his elbow over the edge of the couch,
“That’s fuckin’ awesome.”
“Pardon me but- When has she ever been one for danger?” Theo laughed.
“You don’t play with her enough. Kid’s got a mean kick to ‘er.”
“Enough to enshrine that in a name?”
She clacked both hands on the table, a bright grin stretched across her face.
“Dolly Ann Danger Roberts-King,”
Both older bots halted, their own screens glowing with shock as they blinked in unison,
“Yeeaahh?” She tilted her head, watching Blazer fold and tuck the newspaper off to the side,
“You’re likeee.. both raising me. So why not both?”
“Hold up-“ Blazer raised a finger, “When did you learn my legal name?”
“Dad says it all the time.”
Concrete slide sound effect.
The tailor snorted, pinching his screen,
“Alright, I may mutter it on the.. occasion that I find myself frustrated with you,” he turned, continuing to chuckle at Blazer’s expression,
“It’s almost therapeutic, Michael LeVar.”
“Ohhh shut up,” the rusty bot grinned, crossing his arms, “that ever ends up public and I’ll kill you,”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“Dolly Ann Danger Roberts-King…” she repeated it to herself, tapping the table with her palms and swinging her legs beneath it.
“It’s perfect for you, sweetheart,”
