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Bing hummed to himself as he rummaged through his new (and super cool) wall of supplies, searching for a particular kind of gear. He frowned when he couldn’t find it in any of the segregated containers, and instead spun on his heel, placing his hands on his hips as he faced Google’s three extensions. “Hey Ollie.”
Oliver flushed bright yellow at the nickname, glancing up as Bing approached. “Y-yes?”
Bing’s lips upturned in a hopeful smirk. “You wouldn’t happen to have a certain type of gear, would you? About yay big, has those weird, kind of serrated sides on the spoke thingies?”
Oliver’s brow furrowed as he began opening up random drawers in his desk. “I know exactly what you’re talking about, I should have…one…somewhere…ah-ha!” He brandished Bing’s prize, laying it flat in his palm as he fixed Bing with a bright smile. “This, right?”
Bing lit up. “Yep! That’s perfect!” He scooped up the gear, then leaned forward, pecking Oliver on the cheek before running out of the office, waving over his shoulder. “Thanks, Ollie!”
Oliver’s face was glowing like the sun with just how bright his blush was, placing a hand tentatively over his cheek and his jaw practically dropped to the floor. However, it didn’t take long for him to split in a matching, brilliant grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he turned to face the other two. Red and Green were both staring at him with open mouths, their jealousy almost tangibly thick in the air.
“He…kissed you.” Green was the first to find his voice, his eyes flashing briefly.
“That’s not fair!” Red pouted, crossing his arms. “Why’d he kiss you first?!”
Oliver’s blush darkened, spreading down his neck. “Technically, he kissed Google first. A-and it really wasn’t a kiss, it was just on the cheek – ”
“Well if you don’t count it, I won’t either.” Red seemed very determined about behaving like a child.
“I propose a competition.” Both Oliver and Red turned to Green. A smug smirk was spread across his face. “We should race to see who Bing kisses first. Properly kisses.”
Red raised an eyebrow. “What happens to the two that lose?”
Green’s eyes flashed again. “They get a few modifications of the winner’s design. Nothing too damaging of course, and only for a couple days, but it will be humiliating nonetheless.”
Now it was Red’s eyes that flashed, a wide grin splitting his face. “I like it! Oliver, you in?”
Oliver wrung his hands. “This sounds an awful lot like manipulation and Bing would never forgive us if he found out and I would rather things not revert back to the days before he and Google worked their feelings out and Bing cries because of us.”
Green rolled his eyes and Red pushed his chair over to him, slinging an arm over his shoulders. “You’re thinking to much, Oliver! Relax a bit! It’s not gonna be nearly as bad as you think!”
Oliver sighed, shoulders slumping. “I guess someone has to make sure you two don’t do anything stupid. Fine. I’ll…I’ll join.”
Red rolled away, pumping his fists in the air, and Green’s core hummed. “Then its settled. May the best android win.”