robothell | [Network] Oh Deer

[huh.

well, that wasn't the reaction he was expecting. he doesn't get up quick enough to try and catch mayday - which would be a terrible idea anyway - and can only really watch him wham into the ground. boy, pipes sure does feel like a douche. it wasn't a LARGE drop, but he DID land awkwardly. fuck. god damn it. IMPULSIVE, BAD.

he skitters over to mayday, rolling him onto his back and making sure there's no really big obvious damages. hoo boy, does pipes regret.]

[Hitting the ground is a remarkably good wake-up call. What with the THUD and the pain. It's really a good thing he's a giant metal robot, even if he is a particularly scrawny one.

He stares up dazedly at Pipes as he rolls him over.]

Ow.

[Then his optics almost cross as they focus on something else. Something... terrifying.

There's a crack in the clear face-shield of his helmet.

His mouth slowly drops open in horror.]

Oh, I...

[damn, dude. that visor is so damn clean it looks like the crack is just floating there.]

Didn't even realise you had a visor. Ah-hah...

[He sits up suddenly, grabbing Pipes's shoulders.]

It's no longer air-tight. Do you know what- do you... do... whoa-

[Looking extremely dizzy, Mayday drops back onto his back.]

Oof, my gyroscopes.

Ah, I think you'll be fine...

[he rubs the back of his head awkwardly.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to get you hurt... have you run a diagnostic scan?

[Cue the most pathetic whimpering and whining you ever did hear.]

You did that on purpose?? I thought that thing like... infected you with instantaneous processor rot! Or- or sucked out your spark or-

[Wow, just thinking of all the things that could have potentially gone wrong makes him shudder.]

Um. Some of my insides are out of alignment.

[His poor, tender insides.]

[he taps his index fingers together awkwardly.]

Y-yeah, I was just... kidding around...

[he looks away awkwardly.]

Why would you kid about that?! Death isn't funny, it's terrifying!

[Saddest look, Pipes! Saddest look. Feel the shaaaame.]

... Th-thanks for getting rid of the creatures, though.

[MUST NOT ALIENATE NEW FRIEND.]

I just pretended to faint and then you... actually did...

[he trails off a bit.]

It's okay, I just think. Uh. You might. Have to go to the medibay...

Ehehe... Yeah I... That, um. That happens to me sometimes.

[It's kind of super-embarrassing, why is he such a weenie.]

...M-medibay? [His voice is a squeak.]

M-m-m-muh- M-maybe we can just-! Get. Get a medic. To- to come here instead?

[Don't make him go there, there's injured people there!]

Hey, it's okay!

[he gives mayday's hand a gentle squeeze.] I was there recently, there's not many bots laid up and they just cleaned the place!

[okay that's a little fib but]

I'll go with you, you can have your optics off the entire time.

[His bottom lip is actually trembling in a pout]

But- but-

[Go see a doctor, or live with a face-shield that has been permanently rendered permeable to the air around him?]

I, um. Don't think I can walk.

[He grips onto Pipes's hand as tight as he can, which isn't especially tight. There was a time he would have flinched away from that much contact, but he's actually mellowed out a little about touching. Especially when he knows the toucher has just bathed.]

Well, you don't look that heavy... I think I can--

[he hooks one arm under mayday's back kibble and the other under his legs, hefting him up.]

Gotcha! Light as a feather!

[Mayday gives a shy squeak as Pipes picks him up, the world spinning for a moment as his misaligned gyros react to the moment.

Then he gives Pipes a wobbly little smile of thanks and tucks up his long gangly legs so they don't drag on the ground or anything.

The small drops away with a yelp as he notices another nitrodeer staring at them from a few meters away.

Mayday stares.

The deer stares.

Mayday relaxes a touch.]

...they're actually kind of cute. Y'know. For something potentially riddled with diseases.

Edited 2015-03-09 15:53 (UTC)

See! I didn't detect anything on them when I was holding that one earlier. I think you can find one that's clean enough. Or likes water.

I still don't see why they have to gather under my house.

[He crosses his arms and pouts.]

Maybe they could sense that you actually super secretly like them.

Wh-wha-what?! I do not! I hate them! I think they're terrible! Awful! Kind of cute...

[Pouting intensifies!]

I never said you hated them.

[he laughs, nudging mayday gently.]

Cute, disease ridden beasties, right?

I said I hate them! And I do! A lot! Completely!

[...okay, maybe he doesn't hate them. But that doesn't mean he has to admit it!

He huffs maturely, though he grins a little at the nudge.]

Let's just- let's just... Go. To that place.

[Shudder!]

I believe you~

[GOD MAYDAY YOU TSUN]

We should be there soon. Do you know Ratchet or First Aid? They're from the same universe I am and they're here. Super nice, fantastic medics. There's another one but I haven't really spoken to her...

[TSUN FOR TINY DEER]

Oh, um, no. Not really, no. I haven't exactly been... talking much. With people. Anyone. Except by accident.

I mean, not that I don't want to talk to people! It's just. Mostly I bumped into people sometimes and then I sort of talk to them but I'm not really good at talking to them and-

So. Medics! Haha. Right.

[He rambles when he's nervous, too.]

It's okay, I think you'll like them. Ratchet's a bit grump but First Aid is really nice!

[a pause. he just remembered first aid's missing an arm.]

But! If you're really nervous you can keep your optics closed and I'll lead you to the right place. You'll be back outside before you know it!

K-keep my optics off?

[That could be a brilliant idea! Or it could be a terrible idea as he is left to imagine all the horrors around him. He's not sure which.

Still, he gives Pipes a weak smile and shuts off his optics.]

Th-thanks.

There you go.

[he nudges him again.]

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