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Sandrone doesn't need sleep. Furina does.
this is the reason she grumbles when Furina stays up late just to watch her work. this is the reason she makes one of her robots drag Furina to bed, listening to her whine about wanting to spend more time together. tsk... utterly risible.
Sandrone takes her oil-stained gloves off just to tuck Furina in. the bed is pastel blue, all covered with plushies. Furina makes sure not to leave out any of them, every single toy sleeping with her, stating that "some are going to feel unloved". Sandrone wants to protest: these are not sentient, they aren't going to be mad on you for not taking them with you in bed, but holds her tongue for some reason, and makes a note on getting Furina more plushies.
Furina kisses all of her toys. Sandrone fails to remember their names. in the end, she reaches for her.
"Come here," she murmurs gently. Sandrone obeys. lips press against her forehead. she finds herself a little bit disappointed. a moment after, they press against her own lips instead. her processor starts to heat up more than usual without any visible reason. "Good night, Sandrone."
Sandrone doesn't need sleep. Furina does.
this is the reason she lies down beside her, trusting a puppet of hers to turn the lights off and lock the door to her workshop.