The bot fly off with excited bowging after the thrown wrench, Syx watches the hoard chase after it, “He’s not your daddy!” he calls after them, but more with wry amusement then anything at this point. The older bots would never be able to figure it out.
Syx watched as the oldest #8 snuggled up to Harrison eager for attention. Chuckling he warned, “Eight is a biter. Fair warning,” he’d been chomped hard by that bot on numerous occasions. Eight had no sense of how hard was playful and was by far the most dog like of the lot.
The main area Syx lead Harrison to was hung with red curtains, with soft leather chairs and a sofa surrounding a large TV. Not his idea room but what they had turned into a living room of sorts. Waving to the couch he encouraged Harrison to have a seat, “No continue. I can always go back through the log now that you’re here,” above them #437 went into recording mode.
Harrison noted the large jaws on bot eight and made a mental note to watch where his hands went. As he sat, he gestured for the bot to take a seat in his lap, but was careful to keep his hands on the dome. He also looked up at 437, and took note that they were being recorded.
“I can give you details on the various blue people around town, tell you more about myself, discuss my findings on the anatomy and dna of our kind,” Harrison said, ticking them all off on his fingers. “Hell I can tell you about my Minion’s love life if you want. This is your interrogation, so how about you start with your questions.”
“Minion’s love life?” Syx echoed, his head cocked to the side as he dropped into a seat a comfortable distance from Harrison. He contemplated changing clothing but decided against it for the time being, the spikes on his gloves giving him a sense of security around a stranger.
“My what, Sir?” Minion asks in confusion as he came into the room with a plate of iced cookies and an electric kettle. The water was slowly heating up in the custom built device. The tray also had an assortment of tea bags and two decoratively shaped mugs. One an octopus and the other R2-D2. The cookies where in a variety of shapes and all coated in royal icing in bright colors, blue lightning bolts, copper gears, golden stars, red books, green fish, and black cats.
Syx picked up one of the black cat cookies, a light blush creeping onto his cheeks as he realized how telling about the people in his life Minion’s choices of cookie cutters were. And just why the black cat had been added recently. It seemed having company was going to become a more common occurrence and Minion was more then happy to accommodate his Sir having a more healthy social life.
RP backup 