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Avoiding getting rained on in Paris is virtually impossible. After spending their lives in the bustling city the robots had gotten used to it pretty fast, carrying umbrellas with them wherever they went even before the accident. But now, it has become almost an obsession to Thomas to check not only himself for rust but Guy-Manuel as well, even though whenever he tries it only ends in Guy yelling at him to stop and a very quiet walk home.
This particular day it’s not just raining, one could not even categorize this as pouring. No, it was coming down from the heavens in buckets, waterfalls cascading down from poor café awnings that bow way over their limit in an attempt to shield the patrons underneath. Water flowed in a constant steam in the gutters of the road, ruining the possibility of surviving the downfall with dry feet.
“Merde” Guy grumbled, trudging through the river that formed within minutes under his feet. “Merde merde merde.” He clutched his umbrella and attempted to keep up with Thomas’s inhuman pace. He hissed as a car splashed him, causing his glowering at the back of Thomas’s helm to intensify.
They had planned to go to the studio that day, not bothering to call a cab half an hour ago as the rainclouds that now covered the sky were not in sight. Once Thomas saw a single drop of rain fall out of the sky, he immediately suggested they turn around and head back. But Guy, being stubborn, insisted they continued, as they were nearly there already. Looking back he decided that it wasn’t one of his best ideas as he twirled his record print umbrella idly. At least there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the streets, it became tiring denying pictures and ignoring inquiries.
At last the doors to their studio came into view, but their attention was immediately drawn to something else. Sitting in front of the double doors was a cardboard box, cliché was the first thought that came to Guy’s mind, but as they neared, their robotic hearts dropped. A furry mass lay cowering in the corner of the soggy box, its fur matted and covered in dirt, at first glance it was nearly impossible to pick out what its original colour had been. They glanced at each other in silence, and Guy opened the door for Thomas to carry the box inside.
A kitten, they determined. Being as gentle as his robotic body would let him, Thomas lifted the wet mass out of the box. They both let out a simulated sigh as the kitten opened its bright blue eyes and let out a soundless cry.
Thomas turned to Guy-Manuel, screen completely black before one word flashed onto the screen, sliding across in bright red LED letters.
“Please?”
Guy’s shoulders slump as he stared at the pitiful mess, it’s paws kneaded at Thomas’s hand as it’s little head swiveled from side to side, sniffing the air. It was completely caked with mud, water dripping from its tail. It was a miracle it didn’t die in that box. What else could they do.
“Yes.”