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“Do you ever think that we were made for one another?”
The question was asked without any prior thought. Usually it was the yellow robot, big and bumbling who had all of his internal mindless processing stumbling out of his verbal processor, without a thought to the smaller red robot’s current state of mind or the atmosphere of the room… but this time, it had been Orbot saying something out of the blue, and Cubot’s head spun around on its axis as he turned to look at his companion.
“HUH?” came the usual response. Cubot always needed things repeated or explained to him, and this was no exception… Orbot couldn’t really blame him this time. He had just said something out of nowhere.
The round robot slid a red gloved finger across his mouth speaker, in imitation of someone dragging their finger against their bottom lip in contemplation, and he hummed as he began to think about how to word his thoughts. “I mean… That is… Let me start again.”
Patience. Patience was a necessary thing to learn… it had always been something that Orbot had been expected to do, to be. Cubot had none of that patience, but he tried his best anyway.
“I was contemplating our creation.”
“DIDN’T HE MAKE US FOR HIM, THOUGH?” Cubot asked, tapping the side of his head. It made a delightfully hollow sound, like knocking one’s knuckles against an empty metal container… not too far off.
Orbot sighed, shaking his head as he exchanged his index finger for his thumb, dragging it against his speaker once more, “Of course, our purpose is to aid Dr Eggman, but surely he did not need two henchbots for such a task. He started with you, didn’t he? But then instead of scrapping you, you were kept around before he went on to create the Orbot model.”
Cubot’s optical lenses clicked noisily in the quiet of the hall. His stare was somewhat vacant, looking to his companion and not saying really much of anything. Finally, he nodded, as if expecting Orbot to continue. The red robot resisted a chuckle, all too used to the yellow robot’s mannerisms. That vacant stare was Cubot’s way of showing patience, or something like it.
Orbot slipped down onto his side, resting his head on his hand as his elbow and base lay on the floor, looking quite lazy, “Therefore, it is my hypothesis that Dr Eggman created me for you.”
Cubot gasped, his head twisting around on its axis once more, before he pointed, “HEY, BUT, WHAT IF IT’S CAUSE EGGY WANTED TO MAKE SURE THAT I DIDN’T MESS ANYTHIN’ UP?”
“Well, that would not have happened had he scrapped you, correct?” Orbot posited, rubbing an unseen itch on his base portion with a finger, “I was created in order to help you complete tasks, and you were not scrapped so you could keep me company.” His lower optic lenses lifted, imitating how a person’s cheeks might cause their eyes to squint somewhat.
Orbot was smiling. Cubot couldn’t help but smile, too.
“HEH...HEHEHEH… WELL WHEN YOU SAY IT LIKE THAT…” Cubot giggled shyly, fidgeting his fingers together as he glanced nervously towards Orbot. He realized that maybe, actually, Orbot was flirting, in his own way. Blue, circular LED lights appeared on the yellow robot’s cheeks, and Orbot knew he was blushing.
Orbot sat up, and hovered toward his friend, taking both of his big hands and holding them with his own. It was hard to lace his fingers with Cubot’s, but he managed it somewhat.
“I am unable to imagine working at maximum efficiency without your presence, Cubot.”
“AND I CAN’T IMAGINE LIVIN’ WITHOUT YOU EITHER, ORBOT…”
Cubot clumsily bumped his big head against Orbot’s, and a bit of static electricity passed between the two, followed by little giggles as they began to swing around in the hall.
“I love you, you big oaf.” Orbot beamed, trying to keep his voice low, as if he were sharing the most important secret.
Cubot’s optics shined, and he grinned wide, “I LOVE YOU, TOO, ORBIE!!!” He wasn’t so quiet, but that was something that Orbot loved about him. They were quite the mismatch… but they went together like ketchup and mustard.
Like they were made for each other.