My Part of a trade for @jeffbytes
“Well, this is it.”
The two Companions approached the flat, which was boarded up and sealed, making it appear abandoned. As Clemintine and Jeff had been talking over the last couple months, he had expressed interest in seeing what her place looked like. She eventually obliged, though it wasn’t anything impressive from the outside.
“Here, there’s a gap in the door that you can go through, just take it slow.”
She pointed to a small opening, proceeding to slide in sideways. Jeff sidled through the jammed door, careful not to chip his metal on wayward cracks or pebbles. He nearly tripped as he entered the flat, grabbing part of the wall to avoid falling.
“Sorry about the door, it's kind of necessary when you’ve got sentinels breathing down your neck.” Clementine chuckled.
“‘S alright, with the state of things outside you’re hardly to blame.” He reassured.
Steadying himself, he looked into the flat, LED eyes going wide. As the room opened into a small kitchen, various potted plants were placed in every which way. Posters, drawings, and diagrams were strewn about the walls, scratches and scribbles detailing all sorts of info.
“I haven’t really gotten the chance to clean up, I don’t get guests too often.” She joked.
“No no, I think it looks really nice!” Jeff piped.
In fact, he found it magical. Everything in Midtown was harshly lit with blaring neon, the rigid stone foundations highlighting their imprisonment. But in here, it felt like a breath of fresh air- or at least, to the extent that Companions could experience. The bustling noise of the streets were absent, replaced with the subtle rustle of leaves or hum of machinery.
“Heh, thanks.” Clem said as she entered a further doorway.
As they entered the living room, Jeff further marveled at the glowing display. Various crystalline lamps give off calming, cool hues, dancing around the central greenish light provided by the towering window. There were many pillows lying about, many stitched and worn from years of use. Even through the chrome of his frame, he could feel the subtle warmth emulating from the space.
“Wow, this looks like it could be the coziest place in Midtown!” Jeff exclaimed.
“I like to think so. It's certainly a nice place to clear your mind at the end of the day.”
Jeff continued to look around, when he focused on a particular set of gems sitting on one of the shelves. They were columns with pointed ends, all of them blue with silver speckles.
“Ooo, these are gorgeous. Where did you get them?”
“Oh, those? I found em in some shop a couple years back.They weren’t cheap. butI couldn’t pass up on gems as pretty as these.”
“I can see why.” Jeff’s eye’s practically sparkled as he admired the multicolored stones.
Clem smiled, watching him eye the stones with childlike wonder. She then lowered herself onto one of the pillows propped against the corner, giving something of a digitized sigh as she felt her machinery slow a bit.
“Hey, wanna sit down?”
Jeff turned around to Clemintine patting a pillow next to her. Upon processing, he hesitated for just a moment, trying to kick the lag before he short circuited. She was his friend, obviously they’ve spent plenty of time around each other, but the idea of being that close to her, it made his servos heat up.
“Er, sure.”
He treaded to the corner, hands fidgeting in the pockets of his hoodie. Sinking down next to her, his screen flickered as he sheepishly grinned.
“It’s not much, but it's home.” Clem said, wist in her expression as she looked upon the room.
“Well, I think it's lovely.” Jeff’s screen shone with shy scenserity.
Clem shrugged. “Thanks. I guess I’m just glad they haven’t found me yet.”
He nodded, still struggling to make eye contact. Clem took note of the atmosphere hanging above them.
“Let’s talk about something happy.” She shifted, sitting up to lean against her hands. “Tell me, you find anything else interesting about humans?”
Jeff’s face lit up, to the point where it reflected on Clem’s screen. “Oh! Yes, I’ve been meaning to tell you, I found some more books about British cities!”
“Oh yeah?”
“I found this one book that I think was some sort of tourist guide, and from what I could make out, it listed different things to do in each place. Of the ones I read, this one city called Liverpool stuck out to me.”
“Liverpool? Weren’t livers organs that humans had?”
“Well, yes; I admit they had some odd naming conventions, but the town was still very interesting. It said that it was known for its architecture, and had many famous buildings.” Jeff’s expression focused just slightly, digging through his RAM. “For example, there was the Museum of Liverpool, which was one of the most historic museums of the time. There’s also the Royal Liver Building, which was the biggest business building in the city; it was even known for some other things, like Sefton Park! It was 20 acres, and was said to look more natural than man made! It makes you wonder how they did it.”
Clementine felt at peace as she listened to him ramble. She had never known a bot be so interested in humans, let alone so passionate about them, and she found it intriguing to listen to. Even more so perhaps, just listening to him talk about something he loved, the way he got in the zone about it, it was entracing.
As Jeff was still going on about Liverpool, Clem suddenly leaned downwards, placing her head on his tummy. This stopped him mid-sentence, all his functions overridden by the act.
“Y’know, I’m surprised no other companion has thought to make their bodies more cushy. It's really nice.” She said as she propped herself closer to him.
“W-Well, I suppose so,” Jeff stammered, practically hearing himself short-circuit. One thing he remembered learning from humans was that they were able to ‘blush’, where their faces turned red out of strong embarrassment. He figured that if he were human, he’d be blushing pretty strongly right about now. “Just, uh, makes me feel more comfy in my steel.”
“I can see why.” she giggled.
As he managed to get his circuits under control, his eyes fell along Clem’s metallic frame. It just felt so natural, the way her body curled against his. He began to relax, a tender feeling overcoming his core. Everything else faded away in his memory, Midtown, from the Complex. In this moment, it was only them. He closed his eyes, taking the peace as his hand found itself just inches away from Clem’s side.
“You know… I’m really glad I met you, Jeff. You’re my eye of the storm.” Clem said quietly.
“Hey, it's the least I can do,” he chuckled.
As his eyes opened, he focused on the loft adjacent to them, the cool green and blue tones contrasted by the orangy-yellow glow emanating from the draped curtains. He attempted to make out other features atop the ledge, but even his cybernetic vision left him unable to do so.
“Hey, Clem?” He asked, causing her to turn her head to him just slightly. “What’s on that loft up there?”
All she gave was a soft giggle. “You’ll see one day.”
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@turnaboutace @fillyreports @jeffbytes
1. Aborted Declaration of Love: How long did it take for you to finally confess to your F/O? How did it go? Were there several attempts, or was it just The One?
It took ages 😂 We were saying "I love you" long before we were ever brave enough to mean it in a romantic sense lol. There was sort of a half-confession before the real thing.
2. Accidental Hand Hold: When did you first hold hands with your F/O?
I'm not sure if I remember the first time it happened. He's pretty much always held my hand to be protective, like if we're walking somewhere after dark or if he's worried I might slip.
3. After-Action Patch-Up: How does your F/O react when they see you got hurt? How do they tend to your injury?
He usually stays calm about it so that I don't panic. Gentle reassurances while he bandages me up, etc. Unless someone hurt me. Then it's clear he's barely restraining his rage.
5. Beautiful Dreamer: Who’s usually the first to fall asleep while the other stares and admires?
I'm usually the first to fall asleep. Dryads having different sleeping patterns than the rest of us, so Sol doesn't sleep quite as long at night as I do.
6. Bodyguard Crush: How does your F/O make you feel safe?
For starters, he's 7'4". So that helps a lot. But he's also very insistent that if I ever get nervous and want to hold his hand or cuddle, I'm more than welcome to do so.
8. Grow Old With Me: How long have you and your F/O been together?
A little over 2 years!
12. Post-Kiss Catatonia: How did you and your F/O react to your first kiss together?
We both panicked a little. Sol couldn't handle the romantic tension anymore and just kinda grabbed me and kissed me. I was shocked and he was mortified. Lots of blushing and apologizing, having a proper chat about everything, and then... lots more kissing.
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