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You were checking your insurance policies on your phone, completely engrossed in the minutiae that could leave your mother uninsured if any step was done wrong. You were so deep as to ignore the half-smoked cigarette, its ashes approaching slowly to your fingers, and the rest of your surrounding area. You were ignoring the whole huge Pizzaplex at your back.
You took a drag of your cigarette and held it while you skimmed over the terms of a long-term stay in the hospital, then went to blow the smoke to the other side with a big sigh.
And you found yourself staring at a collection of turbid bubbles... And at a plastic bubble maker right between your eyes, attached to a blue hand. You cranked your neck up.
“Moon!” You frowned a little. “Where did you get that?”
“Confiscated!” He dipped the plastic stick in the soap and offered you the renewed delicate tensed surface. “Again!”
Your smile twitched to life and you indulged him, because how could you not? He sat by your side and you let yourself be used as a human bellows for your and his amusement.
The insurance policies were put on hold for the rest of your break.
The next night you tried to read the exact same paragraph again. Yet another cigarette in your hand. Focused again on what dire consequences may come from the hospital stay. Economical at least because the health ones you had no way of predicting.
You should have seen it coming. This time you should have seen it coming.
You took a drag of your cigarette and held it while you read, then went to blow the smoke with a sigh.
“Twuuuut”
You shook, startled out of your musings by the noise. You turned looking for the culprit and of course Moon was there, so close that you almost startled again, holding a kazoo between his fingers in the exact same position as your cigarette.
“Wa- How did you…?” If yesterday had taught you something, it was that he didn’t have lungs, so…
He made a gesture with his unoccupied hand to yours. You moved your arm and he moved his so you played along. You took another drag and he mimicked you, down to how his chest piece seemed to fill and expand with air with just a change of posture.
You held your breath for a moment wondering what was going to happen now. Then you let your arm with the cigarette hang and he did the same.
You exhaled.
“Twuuuut”
You couldn’t help yourself and cackled.
“It’s your speakers!”
“Twut Twut twt twuut twuut!”
“That’s cheating!”
“Twut Twut twut!”
Well, you were not getting any conversation out of him today, so you took another drag and expelled long and continuously.
“Twuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut- Tw tw tw tw.”
The last of your smoke and his twuuting stuttered because you couldn’t help but laugh.
“You didn’t need to bring the kazoo if you are going to make the noises with your ‘mouth’.”
“Twut twutn’t twut tw twuut thw twtoo tw tw tw twing tw twk tw twuut twt twt twuut.”
You didn’t expect any less of him.
“You are Twidiculous!”
“Twut Twut twuuuut!”
Yet another break where you didn’t manage to read a single line.
So much time had passed, you no longer cared for that particular insurance policy. Instead, now you cared about what half-destroyed bots would be sent to your workshop, what Sun would think if you bought him a Rubik cube, what Moon would think of getting new clothes, what your friends at The Rooms would be plotting this time… But today had been a long day and you had had to put on a front for people who would rather see Sun and Moon back under the orders of FazCo. It had been rough.
You patted your jacket and felt the box. Just what you needed after such an ordeal.
You leaned against the wall of the hotel, well outside the streetlamp area, and Moon followed. Then you got out of an inner pocket a cigarette box. Something still rattled inside.
“No,” Moon chided you immediately.
“It has been a long night,” you complained.
“The last one was the last one.”
“Just one,” you even put one finger up in front of him.
“No!”
“Yes!”
You didn’t give him any more time to complain. You opened the box, whipped out the content, held it between your fingers and…
“Tweeee!” ...blew the party horn right to his face.
Moon didn’t move. He said nothing.
“Tweeee!” you repeated, making sure the end of it tapped his faceplate.
Said faceplate twitched to the left. And just when you were about to ask him what was-
“Twuuuut!”
You knew that noise clip!
“Tweeee!”
“Twuuuut!”
“Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Twuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!”
“Twee!”
“Twut!”
“It’s two am, I’m going to call the Police!”
You looked up. From the window of the hotel you saw a spiked silhouette leaning, his face on his hand and watching you.
“Twee!”
“Twut!”