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Tennis ball was very worried about his Golfie.
Golf Ball didn’t get sick super often, she always did her best to stay healthy, but every now and then an illness still got to her. Like right now.
Tennis Ball was just trying to get Golfie to take a nap, but in typical Golf Ball fashion, she refused. So Tennis Ball decided to make her some soup. It was one of the only things she could stomach while she was sick.
Tennis Ball entered the kitchen in the hotel. He looked around the kitchen for a moment and realized he had no idea where anything was.
He sighs, and goes to find Two.
He finds them quickly, as they are sitting on a couch near the outside of the hotel with Gaty chatting.
“Hey Two!” Tennis Ball calls out to them, waving his mechanical arms. Two sees him and waves back smiling.
“Hello Tennis Ball!!!” They say.
“Can you come here for a sec?” He asks.
“Sure!” They turn back to Gaty, say something and hug her before going up to Tennis Ball. “What do you need my fluffy ball friend?”
“I don’t know how to work the kitchen, or where everything is. Can you help me?” He says.
“Of course!” They put their hands on their hips. “Why are you using the kitchen though?” They start to walk back into the hotel, with Tennis Ball following them.
Tennis Ball sighs. “Golfie is sick and she refuses to rest, so I wanna make some soup for her.” He smiles a bit. “She always works so hard, and I love that about her, but sometimes she just doesn’t know when to stop.”
Two smiles a bit. “You really care about her, don’t you?”
Tennis Ball feels his face flush a bit. “Of course I do! She's my partner!”
Two chuckles. “Yes I know, it’s just really sweet.”
Tennis Ball feels a bit embarrassed now, but he still needs help. He decided to not say anything else before entering the kitchen.
***
“Thanks Two!” Tennis Ball says, leaving the hotel. He has a bowl of soup in one hand, and is waving to Two with the other. They wave back, smiling before walking off. They’re probably off to find Gaty again.
Tennis Ball makes it to Golf Ball’s workshop, and goes down the stairs. He can already hear the sounds of her welding iron at work, and he sighs in frustration. He really wants her to prioritize her well being more often.
“Golfie!” He calls down the stairs.
He hears the welding iron turn off as he continues walking down. That was confirmation enough to know that she had heard him. He makes it all the way down the stairs and sees Golf Ball there, putting away her iron. She takes off her safety goggles and puts her regular glasses back on. Her short hair is tied up, and she looks like she just woke up three seconds ago.
“Did you need something TB?” She puts a mechanical hand on her hip and looks at him, frowning a bit. Her face was red, she sounded congested, and her eye bags were worse than ever.
Tennis Ball goes up to Golf Ball and holds out the soup for her. “I made you some soup! And before you say something like, ‘I'm not gonna rest so don' t even try’ you don’t have to rest, I just want you to eat this soup.” He smiles.
Golf Ball is a bit taken aback, but she takes the soup regardless. She mutters a quiet “Thank you.” before going over to her desk and sitting down. Tennis Ball follows her, taking a seat on the chair next to the desk that Golf Ball put there just for him.
“What were you working on?” Tennis Ball asks.
“Upgrades.” She says, swallowing. “I need some better stuff on my arms.”
Tennis Ball nods, then he stays quiet. He looks away from Golfie, she hates being watched while she eats. The two of them sit in comfortable silence for a while as Golf Ball finishes her food.
Golf Ball stands up and takes her bowl to her table with other dirty dishes on it. And many coffee mugs.
Tennis Ball frowns at the sight. He hates seeing evidence of his Golfie not taking care of herself.
Golf Ball returns to her spot, and Tennis Ball smiles at her. She slightly smiles back.
“Thank you for the soup TB.” She says. “It was very easy for me to eat. I appreciate it.”
Tennix Ball grins. “Of course Golfie! Only the best for you!” Tennis Ball timidly holds her mechanical hand.
Golf Ball’s face flushes slightly and she takes his hand without saying anything.
“Are you gonna keep working?” Tennis Ball asks.
Golf Ball is quiet for a minute before letting go of Tennis Ball’s hand and crossing her arms. She clearly wants to keep working, but she knows her limits. “I suppose I won’t.” She answers.
She stands up and takes off her lab coat before walking to the bottom of the stairs. Tennis Ball follows her and they leave the workshop together. When they get out, Golf Ball locks it up and they head to the hotel together.
They don’t talk that much, they never really do unless it's about the challenges, or projects, but neither of them minded. Tennis Ball loved being without Golfie no matter what they were doing, and regardless of whether or not Golf Ball will admit it, she likes his company. So it's a win win.
When they enter the hotel, Tennis Ball says hi to a few contestants before they make it to their rooms. Per Tennis Ball’s request (with Golf Ball’s permission of course) Two had moved his room right next to Golf Ball’s. He said it was because he “needed her close by for experiments” but really he just wanted to be near her.
Right as Tennis Ball was about to put his hand on the doorknob, Golf Ball said something.
Tennis Ball turned around. “Did you need something?” He asked.
Golf Ball’s face flushed and she sniffed. “Could you, uhm…” Golf Ball pointed to her door, then looked at Tennis Ball.
Tennis Ball got the hint and he smiled. He nodded and Golf Ball opened the door to her room.
Golf Ball’s room was very simple. A bed in the corner, a dresser, a desk, and a bathroom. That was it.
Tennis Ball followed Golfie onto her bed. He laid down first, knowing what Golfie wanted. He laid on his side and smiled at Golf Ball. Golf Ball sniffed again, before crawling into bed with him.
He wrapped his mechanical arms comfortably around her waist and snuggled his face into her neck. Golf Ball wiggled a bit, but she didn’t tell Tennis Ball to move. And she would have if she wanted him to.
Tennis Ball gently kissed Golf Ball’s head. “Love you Golfie.” He whispered.
She smiled a bit, and muttered a little “Mhm.” Before falling asleep.
Tennis Ball quickly fell asleep afterwards, and all he could think was that he was happy Golf Ball got some well needed rest.