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Life as a robot butler wasn’t much to talk about, or very different from an organic butler. UR-2 cooked, clean, and fixed whatever Grizzle wouldn’t bother with, particularly his fellow robot companion. “Uh- 2, I think I got a scratch.”
UR-2 looked at Rocket Bottom and then at the arm currently lying on the floor. “Right… a scratch.” He had learned not to argue with the commander on his injury, especially when it came to severity. Either he didn’t care about his safety or he was too stupid to do so.
The butler sighed and picked the missing arm off the floor and moved to assess how to repair the damage. The wires looked like they were torn off and the arm itself had a dent. His best guess was that his arm got stuck or crushed and he tried to pull it out and ended up pulling it off.
UR-2 grabbed Rocket’s still attached arm and started pulling him towards a work bench. He turns off Rocket’s rocket and sets him on the bench. “…sooo, how’s your day been?”
“It’s been satisfactory" He started reconnecting the wires. “… Oopsy and Grizzle blew up a wall.”
“Really! And you're not over there cleaning it?” He laughed.
-And he paused. “No, it’s their mess to clean up” he finished the wires and went to weld the arm back in place.
“Hm, that's good.” Mechanical voice, usually so loud and confident, came out soft.
It made the butler freeze. “How so?”
Rocket was back to his regular goofy self with a short laugh. “You're keeping them accountable for their own messes, it’s good you're not working yourself to death anymore!”
Huh… He hadn’t thought about that before. Although the accident prone bear joining their household had increased the amount of things getting broken he was good at being accountable- and keeping Grizzle accountable. So thinking about it, it had nothing to do with him. Though maybe with Oopsy around and twice the amount of mess made him tired and their for made them clean up the bigger messes they cause.
Wow, he should think more often. Analyzing things was fun, though that probably came from being a robot. And like Commander Rocket Bottom’s arm was back to being attached and functionable. Honestly why didn’t he go to Grizzle for fixes. Don't get him wrong, he liked to company, but he was still confused by the other robot’s sudden need for his attention.
Oh well. His job was done so he would send him off-
“Hey, uh…”
“What?”
“Do you want to hang out- go for a walk- or something”
“… I don’t see how we could walk considering we don’t have legs and just float. But sure why not, I have nothing better to do.”
“Yes! Why don’t we go check out that new field of flowers that popped up out of nowhere recently"
UR-2 gave one last sigh before following the excited robot. “What ever you say Rock.”