December 11, Y-109
Afternoon, after this thread
Afternoon, after this thread
Far better than the dank alleys or the sea of white snow, One-One truly admired the sights of the park in this strange new world! Although snow still collected on the ground and dotted the trees, activity was all a-buzz in this new place! Children laughing as they built snow people and threw snow balls at each other! Adults talking as they jogged around the frozen lakes. Dogs trouncing about the snowbanks and kicking dust up into the air with every leap! Oh, all of it made it so very hard for the little sphere shaped robot to stay put!
"Hngh, hnnngh...!" Glad-One shuffled about on the bench, his little nubs tickety-tacking lightly against the wood as he paced back and forth. He was small, easily overlooked and thus hadn't grabbed anyone's attention yet. But another delighted squeal as a child lobbed his friend in the head with a snowball seemed to make the robot fussier! "So many new faces...! New friends I could make...! Oh, surely daddy won't be upset if I talk to just one person?"
"No." Stubborn as can be, Sad-One flattened their shared body against the curve of the seat, optics lowering to give the bench a detached glare. "You heard what dear old Pops said; if we can stay put, we get a treat! And we have to be good and listen to what he says." He grumbled to himself, that dry stare soon settling on the normal citizens going about their day. "Besides, with our luck, one of these people might try to kidnap us and turn us into a toaster."
"Yes, yes..." Glad-One sighed softly, retracting his nubs back into his body. "We have to be a good boy for daddy!" Excitement soon brewed back into the robot as he rocked back and forth on the bench to occupy his time and attention. His metal shell drummed against the firm wood with a soft rhythm. "He'll be so proud of us! Daddy will come back, see that we're exactly as he left us, and he'll smile! He'll-he'll, he'll say, 'Oh, One-One! You're the best son ever! You're a great listener! I love you!'" Needless to say, Glad-One's impression of Scaramouche was rather shoddy. He barely disguised the British accent, and needed about 90% more honk. Continuing to rock himself on the bench with a bright hum, he soon turned thoughtful. "Hm... Say... What do you think daddy meant when he said we'd get a treat?" New eagerness seeped into the 'bot's voice.
"I dunno..." Sad-One groaned apathetically. He detested guessing games...! "It was probably a lie and the treat will be 'a job well-done'. Or cyanide pills. Either or." All of this rolling was beginning to make him nauseous, but at least it kept his twin busy! Aside from a few moans here and there, he kept his complaints to himself for once.
"I bet it'll be a cupcake!" Glad-One continued as if he hadn't heard Sad-One's pessimistic suggestions, optics glinting brightly as he waited for daddy's swift return! "I'll be happy with just about anything, between you and me! Even just a kind word and a smile! Though some cuddles would be wonderful as well!" Ever since that first embrace, One-One was perhaps a little starved for more affection. He didn't quite understand what Scaramouche needed to do that they couldn't come with, but that could always wait til later! For now... For now, Glad-One began to chatter inanely as he started to count the wood grain embedded in the park bench.