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Shame that Joe had gone into the kitchen without so much as a look around. There were a few things not quite right with the apartment.

For one, the window was open...unless maybe he had left it open. Maybe that was ordinary...

The biggest difference though was a mysterious Audio sitting on his couch. The stranger had laid a coat over the furniture before deciding to sit on it. Now he rested, feet up on Joe's coffee table...along with one very familiar red helmet.

Well...he had definitely been in a fight. His arm was in a sling, there was a note for your journal Joe. Robots could apparently wear slings. Then again, there were already some good notes in your journal Joe, enjoy those.

Unfortunately it was rather hard to tell when a bot was online or offline. No breathing meant nothing to really check. But, as Joe waved in front of his glasses, they slid down a bit to reveal that Proto's eyes were closed.

...-And- he looked rather relaxed.

Dead? No....he was asleep.

In a matter of seconds quite a few things happened.

Proto's eyes snapped open. Despite being mostly covered by his glasses still, the light hit what was exposed and caused the bot to hiss. Welp, he had woken up in quite a bad mood.

He immediately jerked his bad arm to fix his glasses out of reflex, which caused another hiss and a slight yelp of pain. Damnit. Well, he had another hand, so that one went to push the glasses up and fully cover his eyes again.

That fixed, he could reopen his eyes and...what the hell was going on?! Proto snarled, quickly flipping over to -sit- on Joe and wrap his good hand around his throat.

Yes....he had definitely woken up in a bad mood, and at the moment didn't have the faintest clue what was going on. Scrambled memories tended to do that to someone.

Proto blinked a few times...not that Joe could tell. The snarl died in his throat as he realized just -what- he was doing. ...Well s**t.

The bot released him, moving to roll back -off- of Joe and fall back into his earlier position of sitting on the couch. Proto grunted, trying to shift his injured arm back into a comfortable position.

"You startled me."
Perfectly good reason to choke someone. Okay?

Proto just -groaned-, leaning his head back against the couch cushions.

"He is a fool if he thought he could offline me so easily. He injured me...yes, but I'm -far- from dead."

There was a moment's pause.

"....But I -could- use an E-tank...and since you're a robot and all I'm sure you have one around, don't you? Not that you look like much without your helmet."

Yes, he knew he had his off too. Shut up.

"....Of course I look normal. I was built to be a combat bot....but also one that looked and acted like everyone else. Superior AI, to fit in with others... ....And no, not everyone has small ears like mine."

-Ugh- AGAIN with the ears. Everyone just loved pointing those out. Or -biting- them in the case of a certain fin-headed robotic a*****e.

PS he could hear just fine Joe.

"So...about that e-tank."

"I am here because I needed a break from things going on at the Tower...which is the same reason I sadly cannot head back there right this second to get an E-tank. So...."

He tilted his head slightly at Joe, and was -definitely- staring at him underneath that visor. Come now Joe, didn't you want to be a good host?

"All that I've done for you, I'm pretty sure you can spare a moment to go get an E-tank now can't you? Unless, of course, you're just like all the -other- Citizens who don't wish to help me...it's such a common theme in my life."

Hrmph.

"...And it was easy enough to find you, you might want to check your bike."

The one that may or may not have a giant blinking red light on the back of it from the tracking device Proto had planted on it.