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"I'm sorry, But I have to go!" "why? Can't you just stay a little longer? Who cares what that old man has to say about it!" A sad look plastered across his cracked screen "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise" The bot smiled up at the taller one and began towards the door. A sigh was heard in the back, "why can't he realize I'm not bad..." The smaller bot stopped and looked down at his feet then lightly spoke. "He will..., Just give it time, see ya later Blu", and turned to walk off.
His house wasn't a far walk, But it wasn't short. It gave him time to think while walking. What he didn't understand was why his pop was so mad about his relationship with Blu, it confused him. Everytime he asked "why" or "why can't you give him a try" the old fashioned "Bc I said So" was thrown at his screen. It almost pissed him off, but he was a gentle and patient bot, so he never let it bother him...right?
His thoughts were interrupted as he walked up to his house doormat. Taking a long sigh, he turned the door handle and walked in. "Hi pop-" he was interrupted "Gimo! Wonderful to see you my boy, I have something I want to tell you" His "pops" said as he walked into the main den, holding some papers and a tablet. "I have been working on some gadgets that could use some help, if you don't mind, could you go down to the parts shop and get a few things for me?"
"Yeah, I suppose so, what are you working on?" Gimo asked while walking up to a kitchen stool. "Just some extra parts for your battery pack, you said you've been having trouble with it holding charge" Pops leaned against the wall looking through the papers.
You see, Gimo is made of spare parts from an old manufacturer that "Pops" used to work at when humans were alive, Due to this, the normal capability of Gimo is way lower than standard, That includes his height. His height affects the amount of panels that his body can hold, In those panels are the main hydraulics, wires and power cells. In this case, His hydraulics and power cells are lowered, Making him weaker and not able to hold many power cells. Not that it bothered Him, his time was spent in his greenhouse, where he nursed different types of beautiful plants. He loved plants, Life at that, it always fascinated him. So, due his love for this hobby, Pops built a room just for this purpose.
Pops walked up to him and handed him a small sticky note. "Here, these are the things I want, now hurry back please" with a short giggle, Gimo got off the stool and walked back to the door. "Bye Pops" and closed the door.