D.R.A.B.B.L.E.S.
What am I even doing... RP slumps suck, so I might as well do some writing instead. This post is for various drabbles for the Portal AU. None of these are necessarily 'canon' or anything, just for fun (and getting them out of my system).
I'm sorry in advance for the quality of anything I write.
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I'm sorry in advance for the quality of anything I write.
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"Kikaito..." A small hand reached out to tug at his yellow sleeve. Kikaito paused his recipe, turning to the small android that called his name. It was the green one again, clinging to him with eyes downcast and hands clenched.
"I don't know how to stop him," it said. Its voice was wavering. "I think I failed again."
Kikaito didn't respond, watching the other one impassively. The timid android often approached him like this, seeking comfort for its failures. It had its duties to fulfill, just as Kikaito did. Unfortunately, it also had a chronic inability to succeed. It reacted to these failures by weeping or huddling in a corner. Actions that Kikaito didn't understand. He didn't care whether he managed to distract KaITO or not. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn't. It didn't matter.
He didn't understand. It was likely he would never understand. He was just a personality core. Feelings were beyond his programming.
The sound of moving panels clamored in the distance. The firey hum of the incinerators flared as something -- probably a body -- was disposed.
The little android covered its eyes and wept.
Kikaito watched. Then, he gently placed a hand on the other one's head and smoothed its hair down.
"One eighteen-point-two-five ounce chocolate cake mix," he said softly. "Two cups all purpose flour..."
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