#theyre just being cute no angst pinky promise /gen

[skybristle]

eh fuck it here you go. under cut just because i dont like looking at my writing too long

RC: Would you like to call? BOO: Oh, why? But yes, always for you. RC: I like seeing your face sometimes, you know! RC: Also, I have some things I’d like to talk about. BOO: Alright, alright. BOO: Let me find one of my overseers that’s in your can…

His nerves were through the roof, as he idly did the same. Of course, they always had overseers around eachother, so it wasn’t particularly hard to poke one to go to her puppet chamber, but Chimes was clamming up at every action. His structure was already growing too hot, pumps struggling to keep up as things seemed to grind against eachother with uncomfortable friction- everywhere. Preoccupied with the antsy feeling in his body, he barely paid attention to his puppet, until his visual input saw yellow which grabbed his attention.

Ahh… her overseer was currently staring at him, waiting for him to sign his call key. “Of course-” he mumbled, to nobody in particular, establishing the communication through their chat line, before creating the swirling polygons that represented his signature key and connecting it to the overseer. Presumably, Ochre was doing the same on her end.

Chimes fidgeted in whatever way he could, from running his hands over themselves to exciting spare systems despite his structure’s already stressed state. Attempting to look less nervous, as the hologram began to flicker to life, he redirected his steam outflow from his puppet elsewhere into his structure, not helping his nerves whatsoever.

Ochre was sitting on the floor, cast in the same darkened yellow as her overseer, eyes closed peacefully. While the radius of the projection was limited, she kneeled in the garden, flowers and foliage blooming around her before getting grainy at the edges as if she was from an illustration. She was beautiful. He exhaled more steam, blinking blankly before lowering himself to sit beside her, cutting the antigravity so he could rest properly on the floor. It took quite the effort, his arm straining to unclench as it squeaked along his rail. “Ahh, there you are.” She tilted her head enough to him, beside her, eyes slightly opening in an ethereal manner, “I like seeing your face, sometimes, too.”

“I, uhm-” Chimes looked away, unable to meet her eyes, “I do too. Quite a lot!” She laughed, sitting up and crossing her arms on her knees, “What’s the matter, wind-chimes?” Her voice had a playful lilt, but there was real concern in her eyes. “Well- I…” The way his neurons were sparking and swirling at increasing paces was not helping the cascade of conflicting thoughts battering his structure.

Chimes gathered the nerves to look at her, sitting with crossed legs on the floor, wishing he had his own garden to cushion him against the tile, “You know, I wanted to discuss some things…” “...Yes…?”

Inhale, his pumps surged with great effort - exhale, steam billowed from everywhere, now including his puppet.

“I think I’m in love with you."

His overrun processes screeched to an uncomfortable halt as Ochre stared at him, face unreadable.

His structure started up again as he continued to ramble, looking at the floor, the flowers, instead of her, “I don’t- know if it’s romantic- persay- but I want to be yours- Void, I want something more. You’re my neighbor, my closest friend, my confidant. You’re so sweet and kind and earnest and have been there for everything from my greatest ceremonies to my deepest lows and you always keep my overblown emotions in check and you’re also just really really pretty and I love talking to you and love reading your rambles and-” “Chimes.” Ochre’s voice was firm, but soothing.

Snapping out of it, Chimes could only stare at her, body tensing up as if his wires had been drawn too taut.

“...Do you not realize I’ve felt the same, for a very long time?” As his hands scrabbled at the tile, she leaned over gently placing her own over his. Sure, he couldn’t feel it, but the gesture was infinitely tender, “I love you too, you dork. Our feelings have to be ‘romantic’ to be together, anyways. We’re giant supercomputer gods, who says we have to experience these things conventionally?”

“Oh-” Unsurprisingly, his sensitive emotional arrays fired all at once, quickly leading him to burst into tears, “Oh, Ochre!” Chimes wished he could show his affections by properly snuggling up into her chest, but alas, it was just a projection, so he curled up into his blanket and squinted at her in the closest thing to a smile he could give her while bawling, “I didn’t- I just wanted to get it off my chest- You really… love me like that?”

“How couldn’t I? Look at you, you’re adorable!” She hummed, “It’s okay, let it all out. We have all the time in the world, time I am always willing to give to you…”

“Ochre…” He sniffled, though his antennae raised pleasantly with the gentle sounds of the affixed windchimes, “Does that mean…?” “Yes, I will be yours, my love.”

With another round of hysterics, all Chimes could repeat was a million ‘thank you’s.

oh shit should i post my ochrechimes drabble. i wrote in like 15 mins to impress a mutual but its Content !