Adventuring {Closed; Flashback}
Jun 23, 2015 23:20:06 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2015 23:20:06 GMT -5
He stopped, twitching a little as Rota tapped her hand against his. It wasn't clean, Primus sakes...he just got the rust spores off of her tiny little feet! Did she want to catch something and have it crawl up her hands and arms! The waste-bot almost went to stop her, but realized that meant she'd make contact with him more. If he grabbed her hand, it would be covered in filthy digits, all worn and dirty from trash and whatever else was on the streets.
Besides, it was...kind of cute, how she was tapping along like that. It reminded the garbage mech of an old song, a tune he'd heard somewhere, but couldn't quite remember fully. He hummed the beat as he walked, partially in tune with the sounds Rota made — he was a tad...what was the word..."tone dead"? No, "tone darned". Ah, it was one of those, he was sure of it.
He didn't even see the cybercat until Rota tried to jump out of his arms. The mechanimal took one look at the two, sat very still for a minute, and then jumped and hid behind its bin-perch. The wasteworker gave a little squint, trying to see what Rota saw, and only saw the flash of a rust-patched tail. Poor thing must have had the spores get to it, and he was glad he'd sprayed the fungus-killer on the little thing when he had.
"Y-yeah, that's a cy-ber-cat," the mech said, still a little startled by the loud, happy sound Rota had made. "But, uh...y'don' wanna touch that one, Ro-ta. It's all...ick-y. I just got ya, uh, all un-ick-y. Make sense?"
The mech started walking again.
Besides, it was...kind of cute, how she was tapping along like that. It reminded the garbage mech of an old song, a tune he'd heard somewhere, but couldn't quite remember fully. He hummed the beat as he walked, partially in tune with the sounds Rota made — he was a tad...what was the word..."tone dead"? No, "tone darned". Ah, it was one of those, he was sure of it.
He didn't even see the cybercat until Rota tried to jump out of his arms. The mechanimal took one look at the two, sat very still for a minute, and then jumped and hid behind its bin-perch. The wasteworker gave a little squint, trying to see what Rota saw, and only saw the flash of a rust-patched tail. Poor thing must have had the spores get to it, and he was glad he'd sprayed the fungus-killer on the little thing when he had.
"Y-yeah, that's a cy-ber-cat," the mech said, still a little startled by the loud, happy sound Rota had made. "But, uh...y'don' wanna touch that one, Ro-ta. It's all...ick-y. I just got ya, uh, all un-ick-y. Make sense?"
The mech started walking again.