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Blueberry and his roommate Locket sighed in unison as they sat on the couch together, staring at the tv screen that wasn’t even turned on. Locket looked over at Blueberry once he heard the small fruit’s stomach grumble. Without a word being said, Locket left the apartment, squinting at the bright lights. It was a great contrast to the dim lights of him and Blueberry’s shared apartment and Locket didn't particularly appreciate how blinding they were to him. It didn't help that the light bounced off of Locket’s reflective silver and gold body. He took in a deep breath before making his way down the hall and into the elevator. He pressed the button for the first floor with his foot as he waited for the doors to close and slowly take him down. It took a moment for Locket to even realize the doors had opened, he must have spaced out. Oh well. He then proceeded to walk to the kitchen to grab some food for him and Blueberry with some struggle. Having no arms didn’t really help. “Need a hand?” A familiar voice said from behind him. Locket turned around to see Soap. The girl had been doing her usual cleaning rounds and was just about to clean the kitchen when she spotted the elusive Locket. Out of him and Blueberry, he certainly left his room more. But when he did others didn’t really notice very often, some even joked about how little they’ve seen him and his blue roommate. Locket slowly nodded his head as he allowed for Soap to finish helping him prepare the sandwiches he was trying to make. She gently stacked them onto a plate and placed them on Locket’s head. Good thing he was skilled at balancing, most objects without arms pick up how to balance things on their head pretty quickly, after all. Locket said a quiet “Thank you” in monotone before leaving the kitchen to return to his friend. Was that.. Was that the first time Soap had ever heard his voice?
Locket returned to him and Blueberry’s apartment and he walked over to his roommate who still remained on the couch, staring at the blank tv. Blueberry slowly turned his head to see Locket and gave him a small smile. They ate in silence. “You know, I think you’re my favorite person at this place. You’re quiet.” Locket stared at him. Despite the lack of emotion in his face, Blueberry could tell that he appreciated what he had said. They sort of understood each other like that. On a deeper level than others. Often their conversations were one-sided, Blueberry liked to talk about his problems but Locket always liked to listen. He was good at that. Locket didn’t like to talk at all, unless he had something important to say. Blueberry knew all of this, he just kind of understood Locket without the man having to say anything to him. And whenever Blueberry was unsure, Locket would always speak up with a short reassurance. Locket always knew how Blueberry was feeling, he was good at reading others emotions. Maybe that was why he lacked the ability to express his own. It’s not like Locket was devoid of any emotion, quite the opposite in fact. He just didn’t know, or rather, he couldn’t show them. Neither him nor Blueberry minded though. Their friendship was something special. Something hard to come by. Both parties felt important when around the other, and were glad to be friends. Locket didn’t mind taking care of Blueberry, be it getting him food or listening to his ramblings, and Blueberry had a companion to feel secure around. It was nice.