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There are many things you expect to see in the kitchen during the morning. This is not one of them.
You blink, as if willing your eyes to reset. “Sunspot?”
Said animatronic turns away from his meticulous chopping to face you. He wears his usual cheerful smile, accentuating his dimples, and waves at you with his free hand as you stand waffling in the doorway. There is a light dusting of a blush across his cheeks.
“Good morning! Did you sleep well?”
“Uh…” Giving a small laugh, you finally cross the threshold that had been holding you back. “I did, yeah. How about you?”
“Mhm!”
“Good to hear…” You find yourself standing next to him as he returns his attention to the fruit he’s slicing. Your eyes don’t rest on the effortless movement of his hands, though. They find themselves preoccupied with something else.
Seeing Sunspot in the kitchen this morning? That isn’t unexpected. Practically daily routine.
No, what caused your mind to record scratch was what he is wearing. A nice button-up tucked into khakis… with bulbasaurs on it. Bulbasaurs. The formality of the outfit kind of loses its luster when you meet eyes with a happy plant dinosaur from a game series ten times over as you gawk.
Sunspot awkwardly clears his throat, making you jolt back to reality. His gaze flicks over to you, down to his shirt, then back to his task. The kitchen seems to heat up as his blush deepens. Crap.
“Do you… need something?” His voice comes out a bit wobbly, like it can’t decide between being casual or curious.
“Oh, no!” Your hand rubs against the back of your head. “I was just looking at your shirt. It’s really cute!”
It is kinda cute. Never mind the oddity of it as a dress shirt...
Suddenly, you have Sunspot’s full, undivided attention. “You think so?!”
“Yeah…?”
His face splits into a wide grin, crinkling the edges of his eyes. That constant blush seems to blend well with his hair today. Without thinking, your expression begins to match his.
“I’m glad you think so! It’s my first time wearing it in a while. I thought you might like it and…” His voices wavers, trailing off as his smile twitches. Pink blush back to red. “I mean, I… it just seemed like a good day to wear it!”
You nod dumbly. “It looks good on you. Where did you get it?”
Sunspot’s face lights up even more, but just as he opens his mouth, eyes sparkling, the calm of the morning is shattered by the shrieking of metal claws against a wall. Nova busts through the kitchen door as if he had an announcer to present him, sharp smile crooked and eyes fixed on the two of you. A disbelieving chuckle leaves him as he jabs a rusted digit towards the android in front of you.
“What the—? Sunspot, what the hell are ya wearing?!”
His laughter rings throughout the kitchen as he continues to point at the poor shirt. Cringing, you try to redirect the conversation back to your previous question, but Sunspot has already hidden his luminescent face behind his hands. You don’t think he wants to talk about it anymore…