Lunch Date!

[scaredybot]

Who: Mayday and Pipes (and spectators?)
Where: Maccadams
When: Before the Missing Medic Incident
What: the courting habits of giant weenies
Warnings: embarrassing amounts of dorkiness


Mayday arrives a little early for his date with Pipes. Just a little. Or a little lot. Maybe a lot lot early. Definitely very early.

But it's okay! It gives him time to pick a nice seat and wipe it down. And then clean the table. He's still feeling nervous after that, so it can't hurt for him to clean the rest of the tables, right?

Right.

He's started scrubbing the floor by the time Pipes arrives.

Comments

[planate]

"I think so."

He probably has one main one that splits up. Robots, man.

"Intakes are a bit different for the ones with no mouths."

A Good Date Topic.

[scaredybot]

"Huh," Mayday says. "I guess that makes sense. Maybe?"

He is seriously so not a cyberbiologist.

Taking another - much, much smaller - sip of his drink, he makes a face. "Is it supposed to burn?"

Some of the good disinfectants burn, but those usually go on the outside.

[planate]

He shrugs, then looks worried for a brief moment. He pushes it away so as not to alarm Mayday.

"Burn?"

Burn?????

[scaredybot]

"Um, not like... Not like fire burning or anything. It's kind of, like, POW!" Mayday thrusts his empty fist into the air. "And then it's like, uh... Like when you use paint stripper? But inside. And then it goes away and my tanks feel warm."

[planate]

"That sounds about right."

Not that Pipes is a super expert on high grade, or anything. He inspects his own glass. "Might not want to have too much, though. I'm not carrying you home again!"

A beat.

"No, I would."

[scaredybot]

Mayday flushes at the reminder of his graceful fall, and hides his embarrassment in another swig of engex - which makes him wheeze a little again. It's a good thing they didn't try anything stronger.

"You didn't carry me home the other time."

[planate]

"I can still carry you, though!"

He flexes his noodle arms. LOOK AT THEM HE'S SO BARA

[scaredybot]

"That's true," Mayday says, ducking his head and smiling. Pipes is such an adorable person. "It was really super nice of you."

[planate]

"I wasn't just gonna leave you there! You fainted! Because of me!"

Did he even apologise for that he can't remember

[scaredybot]

"Well, I mean-" It's true, it totally was Pipes's fault. "It was still nice. You didn't have to."

Finger-twiddling around his glass intensifies!

[planate]

"Are you kidding? I totally did. You're lighter than you look!"

SO SKINNY.

[scaredybot]

"Bike frames are usually pretty light," Mayday mumbles. Then he smiles up at Pipes. "Well, I'm- I'm glad you did. I'm glad we met."

[planate]

"I've never known a bike before," he says, "Not intimately, anyway."

Oh my god.

[scaredybot]

Mayday's face heats up so fast that he's kind of surprised his wiring doesn't catch on fire.

He takes a quick swig of his drink, covering his need to think up a response with gentle wheezing.

[planate]

How Pipes hasn't destroyed this entire bar with his SWAG, he'll never know.

He laughs gently at the wheezing, patting Mayday's back again.

"Too soon?"

[scaredybot]

Clearly he's just that good.

Lucky for him, Mayday's totally into it. Or is at least totally into Pipes enough that he doesn't mind.

"N-no, I, um, mmm, nnyh, uh, just, well-" Mayday pauses for a moment to flail his hands. "Words??"