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suddencolds · 5 months ago

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insatiable appetite [1/?]

sooo... this is one of the thirstiest things i have written—and also one of the only times i've written a character with the kink, ever T.T warnings in advance for mess, character getting sneezed on, implied contagion, possible ooc-ness, & me writing this entirely with my d instead of my head

ivan and till are from al//ien sta//ge (a very fun watch which will only take 30 mins out of your life; i really recommend it!!). that said, this fic takes place in a modern au setting, so feel free to read it without any prior context :)

special thanks to @6pmsoup for sending me a very cute alnst doodle of these two which altered my brain chemistry permanently

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Summary: Till shows up to a dinner outing with a brewing cold. Ivan suffers. (est. relationship, kink!Ivan, ~2k words)

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For all Till tries to hide it, Ivan can tell immediately.

There’s this: Ivan has been paying attention to Till for most of his life. A full decade before they’d gotten together officially, and some more—this is how long Ivan has had to observe his tells. Always from the sidelines, always with a detached air of indifference that, in reality, was anything but.

All the signs are there the night before. Till, turning up the thermostat a couple degrees higher than he usually keeps it. Spending a little too long in the shower and using up almost all of the hot water. Clearing his throat one too many times in the morning before Ivan leaves for work, his smile distracted, the rasp of his voice nearly indistinguishable—but only nearly.

Now, Till is here for dinner—it’s a dinner they’ve had plans for a couple weeks now, at one of the nicer restaurants downtown, in celebration of Till’s recent promotion. Ivan had booked the reservation a couple weeks in advance.

When Till arrives, stepping out of a taxi cab, he’s wearing a scarf, even though the weather is too warm for it. Ivan steps up to meet him.

“Sorry I’m late,” Till says. “Traffic here was the worst I’ve ever seen it, swear to god.”

“Was it cold outside today?” Ivan asks, a little pointedly, tilting his head towards his scarf.

Till looks at him, his expression unreadable. Then he nods. “Colder than usual, for this time of year.”

“Strange,” Ivan says, just to be difficult. “But the weather forecast says it’s the same temperature today as yesterday.”

“It’s probably just windier today,” Till says, readjusting his scarf around his neck. His face is a little flushed.

“Your voice sounds a little off, though.”

Till clears his throat with a scowl. “You must be imagining it,” he says. “It always sounds like this.”

No admission, then. That’s fine. Ivan will get the truth out of him at some point. He lets Till guide him into the restaurant.

It’s a nice restaurant—worth the hassle of the reservation, Ivan thinks. Each table is set with flowers arranged tastefully in long glass vases, empty wine glasses turned on their heads. The server—who leads them to their table in a small, private booth—is wearing a suit.

It’s a shame, really. Ivan has a feeling that he won’t be able to pay attention to any of that tonight.

They sit. Ivan looks down at the menu, picks out something at random in a matter of seconds. Truthfully, he can hardly think of anything less worth his attention right now. He turns his attention to Till instead—Till, who’s seated directly across from him, the scarf still around his neck, obscuring the lower half of his face.

Till sniffles, reaching down to turn the page, and oh. The sniffle is terribly liquid—has he been sniffling like that all afternoon? Perhaps it’s a good thing that they work at different offices—Till at a law firm, Ivan as a senior manager at a consulting company—because Ivan certainly doesn’t think he’d be able to get any work done with Till sniffling like that.

It’s not two minutes later that Till is reaching up to wipe his nose against the back of one knuckle. All in all, it’s discreet. Just a quick brush of the fingers against his nose, which is still hidden under the scarf. Though, the look of sheer ticklishness that passes over his features for a brief moment there is...

“What are you thinking of ordering?” Ivan asks.

“I can’t decide,” Till answers. He turns the page again. “It’s between the ribeye steak and the… snf! The pork belly. Is this the kind of place that skimps on the portion sizes?”

“Not from their Yelp reviews,” Ivan says. “You know, if you really can’t decide, I can flip a coin.”

“I’ll pick,” Till says. “Why? Hungry already?”

He looks up, now. His eyes are a little watery. There’s a faint flush over the bridge of his nose. Ivan thinks that if he reached out and touched him, he’d probably be running warm. The thought is almost unbearable.

“Your taxi did take forever to arrive,” Ivan says, by way of explanation.

“Did you really wait that long?”

He looks uncertain, for a moment. Ivan says, “Not at all. But you know, I’m always impatient when it comes to you.”

Till rolls his eyes, but it’s fond. “There was a meeting that ran late. I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“Is that also a part of your new position?” “I guess so, yeah.”

“I can see why they were eager to promote you, then,” Ivan says. “How productive can late afternoon meetings be, anyways?”

Till snorts. “Not that important. It definitely could have been an email instead. I was about ready to doze off.”

He sniffles again. “Okay. I think I know what I want.” The way he says know betrays the slightest hint of congestion.

“At long last,” Ivan says, just to be a little bit of an ass. “I’ll call over the waiter.”

He flags their waiter down, waits for Till to order first.

“A spiced apple cider,” Till adds on, at the end, with the slightest of coughs. “Hot, if you can.”

That’s new, too. Till seldom orders hot drinks at restaurants, though he’ll drink tea without complaint if it’s offered. Perhaps his throat hurts, then, from the cold that has clearly started to settle in his system. Subtle, still, but Ivan is familiar with colds like this. He knows it will probably only be a few hours before this deceptively “small” cold turns into…

Ivan orders, too, and thanks the waiter, who leaves with a curt nod. When he looks back over to Till, there’s a… strange something to Till’s expression, a slight distractedness. Irritation.

Ivan swallows hard. He should look away.

He should, but then, Till’s breath hitches. He pulls the scarf higher over his face preemptively, as if he anticipates having something to have to cover for. The sharp intake of breath that follows is breathy, though Ivan can hear Till’s voice in it. He should really look away.

Instead, he takes the scene in, painstakingly, little by little, as Till’s shoulders jerk forwards. As Till presses a hand to the scarf, presses the fabric closer to his face, to muffle a sneeze into his fingertips:

“hhH-Ih!! hiHH-’IESCHH-eew-!”

God. It sounds utterly miserable, the harsh release of it scraping against his throat, the spray tearing into his scarf. It’s the kind of cold sneeze that is undeniably telling: this is going to be one hell of a cold. It’s not very quiet, either, even muffled into the fabric.

For more reasons than one, Ivan is glad they’re in a private corner of the restaurant, not somewhere more public.

“Bless you,” he offers, once he can trust himself to speak. It’s a good thing that Till is too distracted to look up at him right now. Ivan isn’t sure he can keep what he’s feeling off of his face.

Truthfully, he isn’t sure he’s going to be able to endure a whole night of this.

The problem here is that Till—Till, of all people; Till, who Ivan has been pathetically in love with for almost as long as he can remember—has no idea about Ivan’s… relatively niche interests. That is to say, he has no idea what effect it has on Ivan when he does that.

“Thanks,” Till says, a little stuffily. He sniffles again, lowering his hand.

Ivan can’t help it. He knows he shouldn’t pursue this line of questioning, but he can feel his self-control dwindling by the second. “Don’t you think it would be better to take off your scarf, now that we’re inside?”

Till freezes. “Y-You know what,” he says evasively. “It’s pretty cold in here.”

Ivan tilts his head in question. “And just how do you plan on eating like that?”

“I’ll take it off when our food comes.”

“I can ask the waiter to turn the temperature up, if it’s a problem,” Ivan says.

“It’s not a problem.”

Ivan rises from his seat. Till watches him, perplexed, as he heads to the opposite side of the table, where Till is seated.

When he gets there, he stops. Stands, unmoving, so he can study Till from above.

“What are you—”

Ivan reaches out, settles his palm across Till’s forehead. As expected, it’s warm. Not quite feverish, which is a good sign, but warm enough to be notable.

“Just how long were you intending to hide this?”

Till stares back at him, wide-eyed. “Hide what?”

Shouldn’t it be obvious? “The fact that you have a cold.”

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” Till says, slowly.

“Hmm.” Ivan drops his hand to his side. He is a little concerned, now. “We could’ve called a rain check.”

This time Till really does roll his eyes. “For the reservation we planned weeks ahead?” he sniffles again. “That just sounds completely and utterly unnecessary. Are you the type of person to call things off just over a little cold?”

Ivan leans over, tugs down the edge of Till’s scarf. Till bats his hand away just a moment too late, cups his other hand over his face to shield his face from view. For a moment, he looks faintly mortified.

Then his expression settles into something more disgruntled. “What are you doing?” he hisses.

So uncooperative. “Let me see,” Ivan says. Slowly, gently, he pries Till’s hands away from his face, and then—because the restaurant is dimly lit—tilts Till’s face up slightly so that it catches more of the overhead light.

Till’s nose is redder than usual. He’s probably been rubbing it all afternoon, if the redness that percolates into his cheeks is any indication. There’s a damp, liquid sheen on the underside of his nose.

“What’s there to see?” Till says, a little crossly.

“Your face, since you’ve been so intent on hiding it under that scarf,” Ivan says, leaning in to get a better look.

Till scowls at him, but there’s no heat to it. “You see my face every day.”

“On the contrary, I don’t see it nearly enough,” Ivan says. “And you hardly ever get sick. Is it so wrong for me to be concerned?”

Without looking, he reaches behind him with one hand to grab a couple cocktail napkins. The other hand he keeps held up to Till’s cheek.

But then, Till’s breath hitches. “Wait,” he says. Panic flashes through his face. “Ivan, move, I—”

Oh. Well, seeing as there’s no way he’ll be able to get the napkins over in time, it looks like he’ll have to improvise. If Till wants to cover, Ivan can help with that. He moves his hand to cup it loosely over Till’s mouth. Not a second too late, it seems. Till jerks forward unceremoniously, his nose twitching, his eyes squeezing shut.

“hHheh-! HHh’EIITShHh’yYiew!” he gasps sharply. Two? “Hh-! hHiiH’DSSCSSHh-IIew!”

The jolt of the sneezes is practically electrifying—all of that force, brought to an abrupt halt behind Ivan’s waiting palm. He feels the expulsion of air against his skin, the warmth of Till’s breath, feels the slight dampness behind his hand as the spray mists over his fingertips.

Ivan swallows, hard. Thank god it’s so dark here, otherwise Till might notice what this is doing to him.

“Bless you,” he says, withdrawing his hand at last to wipe it on one of the cloth napkins. It comes out slightly raspier than he intends it to, though perhaps it’s a miracle that he’s still able to talk at all. “Some cold, hmm?” Belatedly, he hands Till the stack of napkins.

Till practically snatches them from him, turns aside to blow his nose wetly into the top few. The way he sniffles afterwards suggests that his nose is still very much running.

“Do you have no self preservation? It’s as if you want to catch this,” Till says, drawing back with another sniffle.

Oh, Ivan thinks, fighting back a shiver. That would be far from the worst thing.

#sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz fic #snz kink #my fic #i needed to get this out of my system 😭 i know its unpolished #i thought i was already baring my soul with the ki//ll//er pe//ter fic but this is so much worse #special apology to my dear friends who have been forced to listen to me talk nonstop about al//n//st (you know who you are) (and if you see #this i'm personally sorry 😭) maybe someday i will write something for them that is less unhinged and perhaps more in character #the thought of kink!iva//n just took hold of me and then this fic materialized #still experimenting with different flavors of writing him... balancing my understanding of his character w this specific kink flavor was #an experiment for sure. like how do you balance concern and desire/selfishness?#i couldn't figure it out so just leaned very hard into the latter #also the 1/? is a placeholder; writing this was already testing the limits of my courage LOL #if i sit here i'll write another 200 disclaimers because i'm embarrassed to be posting this so i'll just schedule the post now

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annabelle-creart · 2 months ago

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Life of Rescue Bots Shenanigans Part 21:

This is long, so, take your time

“Bigger?” the little bot asked to the bigger, which was the reason for the nickname, a normal height but tall compared with the sparkling “there´s something wrong?”

“What- no!” the bigger bot replied, which made Heatwave put his typical suspecting look, raising the corner of his lip and an elbow “Hehe, don´t put that face, I promise, everything´s okay, Little one.”

“Where´s Sunset then?” Heatwave asked, clearly hesitating.

“Ah… he´s into something, but I don´t what is it, but he´ll be okay. And you are supposed to be recharging.”

“I hate when you lie” Heatwave crossed his arms and took his gaze away, “It´s like if I´m stupid or something.”

“No, you´re not! You´re just too little to know certain things” the bigger bot offered his servo to guide Heatwave back, and so he did, he knew his tutor was lying but had the bad habit of never telling him why he lied, which made Heatwave worry, he deeply hated it, it was unconscious, but he promised he would never be like that when he grow up, to lie.

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“In that case, start telling me!”

“Fortress, don´t make me start, you know I can´t!”

“Actually, I can, I-”

The door screeched suddenly, interrupting the two, Boulder tried to hide but no matter how tiny they were, their frame was too long not to notice.

“Boulder, why are you awake?” Gear asked, softening his tune and getting close to the sparkling.

“Great, you waked him up” the femme bot said sarcastically, but he just replied with an angry gaze.

“Are you fighting?” Boulder got closer to tell Gear on his audial, not wanting Fortress to hear them, it was a strange habit they developed, not replying was easier when she was mad.

“No, no” Gear replied with muffled voice “just a little… misunderstanding, but don´t worry, we´ll get a solution.”

“Boulder, please, go” Fortress said firmly, she tried to be soft but still was too mad for it “we´ll tell you in the morning, but I need him now.”

Gear rolled his optics and gave Boulder a pat on the head to say goodbye, Boulder turned around and go away, nonetheless, his snooping didn´t do any benefit, once again, the two bigger bots started yelling at the other. Maybe it was just a quick thought, but Boulder promised on his processor not be like that when they grow up.

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“I don´t believe you!” Mac again was furious, it wasn´t nothing out of normal but for some reason the other sparklings had their head low, Soundwave was the one who got more on problems for some reason, they were actually glad the others could get a little of all they pass when Mac is mad “I will ask again, where´s that disk!”

“I don´t have it, I promise!” Soundwave couldn´t remember the name of that sparkling, it was really bad after all and probably wouldn´t pass the next round, nonetheless, it was protocol to have her until the end “I don´t even need it!” bad words choice, Soundwave thought, that was the phrase that made Mac ever angrier, he couldn´t stand it, ‘I don´t need it’ was stupid. Mac took both cheek plates of the sparkling with only his fingers and nailed them on her.

“I don´t care if you need it! I don´t tolerate thieves, I hate them!” Mac raised his voice with each word “I already hate you a lot!!”

Soundwave kept firm, they didn´t liked to be yelled or to hear Mac yelling, but at least they weren´t this time, if it wasn´t because Mac was their tutor and their ticket to a better life they would had go out of the place and sneaked to Shockwave´s place, they remembered Shock always talk only the best about his tutor, maybe he was better-

“I will not say it again!” Mac raised again his voice “WHO TOOK THE DISK!” no one replied, but everyone started to sob or cry a bit, he was drastically bigger and stronger than all of them, to low their heads was the best option right now.

Nobody gave an answer, and the cries didn´t helped, Mac finally touched his optics on frustration, maybe the only signal that made Soundwave actually react.

“Okay, this is the trait, okay, I get it” for a moment Soundwave´s spark actually reacted in fear, but things would be worse if they moved.

Back on the pit of their spark they thought ‘I don´t want to be like that when I grow up.’

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“Oh frag” Wheeljack exclaimed loud but descendent tune.

“Oh frag? Is that all that you have?!” Bulkhead took Jackies shoulders and shake him “We´re so screwed! If not dead! My- Primus, we´re on our last!” Bulk started to move around and shake his servos to try to calm down, but his processor was already full of possible and horrible scenarios.

"It can be that bad.”

Bulk turned his head quickly to Breakdown with piercing optics, Jackie already knew this trait and Break shouldn´t had said that.

“ARE YOU STUPID, BREAK?!” Bulk yelled with all his vents could “HE WILL KILL US WHEN HE FIGURES OUT HIS BEST VEHICLE IS NOT ON THE GARAGE!! AND IF HE FIGURES WE TOOK IT AND DESTROYED IT, HE WILL KILL US!!”

“Bulk!”

“WHAT?!”

“Calm down, guy! You´re bleeding!” Jackie got closer to inspect, the back of his arm was, in effect, bleeding for an incrusted piece of metal, maybe he didn´t noticed on the adrenaline of the moment, and the anxiety it seems. Jackie took Bulkhead from his other arm and made him sit down.

“We have to fix this first!”

“Ah, no!” Jackie replied to Bulk´s desperate call “You deserve to be treated first!” Jackie took his attention again to Bulkhead´s arm, Bulk growled desperately.

“Why did I pay you attention?!” Jackie didn´t replied to that, Break preferred to sit down too and check for injuries, he was mad at Bulk´s shitty attitude, but he was right, of all the things Slash has done, to kill them wouldn´t be the worst, yes, it was their tutor, and that gave it the right to do with its sparklings what was necessary to educate them, and they weren´t the best or the coolest, the three of them were maybe the worst sparklings that bot had on its care, they were walking disasters, Break and his stupid ideas, Bulk and his shitty attitude and Jackie who never says no to something, but Break was a little hopeful.

What a stupid idea of him to think there was any hope, Slash figure it out about the stolen (and broken) vehicle, they would have died that instant if Slash wasn´t called back to something

“Ish” Break tried to swallow his own cry; the dent was too deep.

“’Ish’ Nothing! I told you!” Bulkhead yelled at the bot.

“Shut the frag up or I promise by Primus’ sake I will end what Slash started!” Wheeljack turned the card to Bulk, who wasn´t walking around because his leg hurt more.

“Sorry for it” Breakdown said from nowhere “I haven´t- I wasn´t supposed to do that, you didn´t deserved this.”

“Nah” Jackie replied disinterested “the same shit would have happened for whatever, one more or one less, is the same at this point for me.”

“I don´t forgive you!” Bulkhead yelled again, piercing Break with his optics, Jackie preferred to shut up this time, but Break felt every bit of that look. Maybe it was just because he never felt alright with anything that happened in that place, but they were wreckers, they were made to be resistant and responsible… nonetheless, Breakdown promised himself to never be like Slash when he grows up.

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“Core?” Shockwave called for the bigger bot, who was on a call, Shock shouted a moment to let him talk properly, finally, the bot finished.

“Sorry, Shock, I have to go.”

“But-”

“But what?” Core replied with a tired look and a soft tune.

“I… want you to have this” Shockwave gave him the piece of paper- oh frag!

“No, no, no, no! Shockwave, I needed this! Frag!” Core looked at the back of the paper desperately, not even looking at the draw Shock made of them on it “I´ll have to leave you a moment” Core ran to the printer for a copy of the document “and please, don´t use the paper of the desk! You already have paper for you.”

“But-”

“But Nothing, Shockwave” Core took his bag quickly and the new copy of the document “it will be just a moment, I´ll be here later.”

“It has to be now?”

“You´ll learn it when you get my position, Shock, you´re just too little to understand” Core waved his servo and closed the door, he looked like on a run.

What was Shockwave doing wrong to get his attention? He made cute drawings for him but doesn´t even looked at it, he made all his chores but only gets a good job, never a great or I’m proud, he´s as smart as he can be, and also really creative, but only listens to him when he has great ideas that help him on Core´s job and never hears his scripts, yes, he was supposed to learn everything to be senator like him one day but… for one day also he wanted to be his sparkling and not his apprentice… hey! Maybe he was just missing something! And to find out what, he had to get servos on work, but no matter what he felt, he promised himself before he would be like Core when he grows up!

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“Why would I know you were referring to this?!” Knock Out screamed with all his breath.

“Shut up! It´s a little sacrifice”

“Little sacrifice?! You killed her, Drive!”

“You were with me!”

“No, I wasn´t! you´re crazy”

“You too, for- Knock Out, I can´t be on prison!” Drive handled the phone with more force “I can´t let you alone!”

Knock Out´s voice stopped, only his vents were hearable on the phone “you killed her, your own conjux, and still insist we need you?”

“Knock Out, please”

No please was replied, Knock Out hanged out and supported himself on the tiny table and the wall, trying to hang the liquid glint on his optic, Drive and his conjux took care of him and his friends since a lot of time, he didn´t expected this would end like this, what actually happened? Knock Out knew everything was off with them but never thought Drive would finally be capable of it- he had to say something, right? Or at least believed it! But she always said everything was okay, there was no way- it already happened but-

“Knock Out?” Vec asked from a corner “is everything okay?”

“…no” Knock Out was tired of all this shit, now their only option was to actually pass the academy exams, or they would lose everything, at least if he passes, he will have part of his problems resolve, same with his friends.

“Okay, what did he said?”

“Excuses, as always!” Knock Out throwed his servo to the air and took it to his face, trying to calm down.

“So, we´re on the same situation”

“Of course!”

“…I know you will pass the test, you´re smarter than you think.”

“But if I don´t make it right, that will not matter!”

“You´re pressing yourself too much, Knock, we can help you.”

“No, you can´t, without Drive to certify my time as his apprentice, I won´t receive my license, it was too damn close for me!”

“He fragged it up this time because he was mad, I get it.”

“No! He fragged it up because he´s an idiot! And now Diamond is dead!” Knock Out´s optics were about to cry all that he hided for himself all the week, Vec opened more hers, impacted by the notice, she took KO close to her and hugged him.

“Knock, I´m sorry”

“The worst part is that I didn´t do anything.”

“It is not your fault! You didn´t had the weapon!”

“But I let it on the view…” Knock out pressed his arms against Vec´s back “Vec.”

“Tell me, babe”

“If I ever do something that remembers you of Drive, can you stop me?”

Vec doubted a bit, the comment was bizarre at first, but she understood Knock Out didn´t need therapy or common sense right now “Of course” he needed comfort, she thought.

“I promise I will never be like him.”

“I believe you.”

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The blender started to purr again, and all the strange things they put on it started to mix, wait, it got stuck.

“Ahg!” Skyfell added water on the blender for it to finally unstuck, the blender purred normally again, and when everything took one color and the same texture, they shouted it out and put the weird drink on a glass.

“Blades! Come on!” Blue called for the sparkling.

“But what if my tutors found I did it?” Blades yelled again.

“Uhg! You´re a coward!”

“Blue!” Skyfell took his attention “Don´t pay him attention, you don´t have to do this.”

“No! I can…! But”

“Oh, forgot it!” Blue took the glass from the table “I´ll do it, you´ll see it´s secure and then you will do it” Blades calmed down a bit when he heard that “But I´ll be the brave one for be the first one and you will still be the coward, and Skyfell will be just the witness as she always is”

“Blue, there´s no need to be so mean!” Skyfell interfered “Blade is even tinier than you, he just has like, how old did you say you were?”

“No!” Blades took the glass, splitting some on Blue by accident “And is Blades with S at the end!” Blades took the corner of the glass to his mouth and took a bit-

“BLADES!” a femme´s voice shouted from behind “What are you doing?! Split that, NOW!” the bot took the glass and retired it, not before making sure he didn´t actually drank anything “What were you thinking?!”

“Crystal, we-”

“Skyfell, you´re the big one here! You are supposed to take care of them! You don´t feel bad, right? Are you okay?” Blades replied moving his head as a yes, Crystal made a final look on her sparkling before finally give a final sigh “I´ll talk with your tutors, and I will look at you really closely! First the skateboard and now this!”

“But he just fell from the skateboard! It wasn´t even high!” Blue excused himself, but Crystal didn´t paid attention and go away with Blades.

“But we didn´t do anything wrong!” Blades wanted to escape Crystal´s grip, but she was stronger than him.

“Blades, you could get hurt! What if that drink had something you´re allergic, or you got sick by it!” Blades wanted to reply, but she was right, there were a lot of things that could go wrong, more than if it could go good, Blades lowered his head and just followed his tutor, also wondering if it was a good idea about the drink, he would someday start thinking about what can go wrong like her?

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“No, no, of course not, I told you strictly: Don´t-” Mural noticed a little bot at her side, she was glad Chase learned fast and didn´t interrupted her call but it was still kind of spooky to have him watching her directly with his dot tiny optics, she retook her attention to the call and finally finished it “What´s it, Chase?” she asked, bending to reach Chase´s height

He showed her a paper, recognizing it was the exercises Scout made him do before, it also had a smiling face on it, Scout was too soft with the sparkling, she was proud Chase was a fast learner, but he would never progress if they never demanded him more.

“I see” Mural gave a tiny smile and gave Chase a pat on his shoulder “you have made your job, stay like that.”

Chase wasn´t a sparkling of smile a lot, or to express like a normal bot, she never paid attention to it because that didn´t brought him problems, so, at Chase´s neutral expression and no words of reply, she took it as an okay

“Well, I also have a lot of job to do” Mural straighter up again “let´s get to work” Mural goes away with an almost inexistent smile, and of course, Chase didn´t understood it.

The worst thing was that Chase just stayed in that place for a moment, looking again at the paper, it was everything perfect, it even had a happy face, Scout promised him she would smile for him, maybe he just didn´t noticed, but she just says, ‘stay like that’, not a ‘I´m proud” or ‘good job’, why not? He didn´t do anything bad or wrong, it was really good…right? Maybe it wasn´t enough, he just needed to reach the enough she wanted, she was really exigent on her job, she was just the best for something, he could understand she really loves him but not why she never said enough for the good things, maybe the ‘enough’ she wanted was too high

Chase felt light-headed, so, he decided to retire, nonetheless, he wondered something.

Would he be, someday, be as good and as cool as her when he grows up?

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