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 Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 9:33 am
"Wanna lay here or get up? I'm fine with ," He stretched. "you leaving and me just sleeping, all day, and maybe I'll let you do that too, or I can get up too." He did feel bad though. Pluto was sure the other had...something to do, he didn't feel nosy enough to snoop though. In fact, it was almost like he wasn't recharging very well, even after a few hours of sleep, he didn't feel this run down. Pluto frowned, sitting up. "Maybe I should get up, grab an e-tank or twenty."
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2014 1:28 pm
Quick blinked before getting up, "Why leave?" he walked over to a large cabinet and opened it...it was full of E-tanks. He scratched at his head as he turned, "I uhm...stash them here when Doc gets the machines refilled." he admitted. The bot went through half the cabinet in a month. Something he knew was of great frustration to the...Doc. He waved at the E-tanks, taking down two and tossing Pluto one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2014 8:07 pm
Well, s**t. "O-oh. That's fine then." He did need to leave, needed to get his arm, but he could wait, he hoped. "Maybe get a few more....like ten?" God, how did Terrans deal with awkwardness? How did these bots deal with it!? Pluto hated it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2014 10:04 am
Kaname Kyoto we're not ending it here are we? Quick felt the awkwardness and mentally kicked himself, "Yeah...I'll put them in a bag for you. I think its your turn for Patrol's...." he threw out the excuse in the hope that Pluto would see he didn't want to control him, "If you need me...just call. You know I'll hear you." He got out a simple duffle bag, easy to carry and put 12 E-tanks in it. He set it on the floor next to Pluto before kneeling, "Just one last look over...." he lifted the leg as he scanned it. Smiled and nodded, "All clear. Be careful. Any other issues let me know."
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:16 am
Wait...what? Pluto looked at Quick, very confused. Taking the offered e-tanks, he kicked under Quick, pulling him back to the bed, using that elevated alien strength to his advantage, he kept Quick pinned with said leg, using his tail and arm as a team to pop the tank open and drink. "Where do you think your going? I didn't say I was going, this'll give me a bit more time." Oops, well, if that wasn't a hint something was wrong. he didn't know what was.
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2014 9:10 am
Quick felt the world spin then blinked up at the ceiling. Wait.........what?!? He looked at the other male blinking, "If you wanted to take me to bed all you had to do was ask."The male then let the others words sink in, turning he found he couldn't move from under the leg. But he didn't mind the male propped his chin on one hand as he leveled a stare at Pluto's eyes, "What's wrong?"That was one thing about Quick. If he knew something was wrong, he'd lock eyes with you.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2014 8:56 am
Aw, dammit, Quick was loking at him. Pluto tried to look at anywhere but Quick, but he was admittedly weak to the look. "Ah...mmm...OH FINE! " He threw up his nub arm, ignoring the fact the protective sleeve over it came off. "I'm draining, not fast, but enough to worry."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:55 am
Quick's arm snapped out to fumble with the disc before he shuffled closer to Pluto to put it back on. Grumbling softly all sound stopped as he looked back up at Pluto, "what?" the word was barely a whisper. He managed to pin the ailen bot under him, steel blue eyes bright as he leveled the hard stare at the closest bot to him. "What the sparks do you mean by that? Is it because you suffered major damgae recently? Or...." concern flashed through his eyes as he let up. Afraid...yes...afraid that maybe he was making the damage worse, "Or is it because your not adjusting to life here?"The orange bots mind was flying with ideas.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:35 am
Pluto blinked, startled. Well, this position and look was certainly new..... Pluto carefully ran his tail over Quicks arm, stroking it reassuringly then smacked him with it. "I'm adjusting fine, I assumed Wily made sure of that," Though he never asked, something told him not to ask. "It's probably because a more complicated part of my circuitry is damaged." He pushed Quick off, sitting up. He was about to say more, give his friend (?) some kind of reassurance, when he could swear he heard a crash. "You heard that, right Quick?" He felt worried, unsure of why he would be, it probably wasn't even relevant to him anyway. He moved towards the window, looking down towards the ground to see....
Well dammit, turns out when both your general and your new, tiny little cute general crash from what seems to be up above, that is your problem. Without a word to Quickman, Pluto was out the door, injuries be damned.
It seemed they would have to have feelings day another time.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2014 9:51 am
Quick let out a soft yelp at the smack followed shortly by a shove. The orange male was about to lash back when he heard the crash. With a low growl he sprung up and eyes glowed as he saw the two bots. Oh. Hell. No. "Ah...wait Plu----" Pluto was gone...the orange bot was in mid-reach after the other male. Quick let out another growl and before he could follow his communicator piped up. He turned to slowly glare at the poor thing before picking it up and speaking, "WHAT?!?""Sir! A few stray rebels have taken out half of our unit!" it was a sniper in his personal unit. Quick blinked. "I'm on my way." he said cutting off the link and glancing to the window. Eyes falling down to his hand he muttered, "Sorry Pluto."The male had his armor on and was at the tower main doors throwing over his shoulder, "Stray rats messing with my unit. Tell Doc I'll need replacements and I'll be back with the rest...." With that he ran. Away from the Tower. Away from the confusion blooming in his mind. And Away from any damn space robots screwing with his head (yes you Terra).
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