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It wasn't like Bender to be absent within' the crew, being the gruffy, bold-old Bender he was... He was always present. (Despite never doing his work at all, or at least not correctly.) Maybe he was at the bar, or pickpocketing some poor old lady... Oh the possibilities, where else would he be? You were worried SICK. You LOOKED EVERYWHERE! Despite knowing he can handle being on his own, you just wanted closure on where he might be... Oh jeez, why are you even worried!? This is Bender we're talking about! He wouldn't give two shits if he could! Yet you still looked for him as if he were on a bounty for a mighty high price. (Probably is.) You scavenged near and far, tracking down every possibility of where he was...
Though, what would be the possibility of him being in the closet? what kind of IDIOT WOULD CHECK IN THERE?!
...!
Oh wait... That'd be you.
Knock knock... You gently tap the door with your curled finger.
No answer.
You tried again,
"Bender... You in there?" You knocked on the wooden door, having clear doubt in your tone. In the room, you can hear pained grimacing, though it was barely audible.
"ghh- Go away! I AIN'T TAKIN' NO VISITORS!" A muffled-gruffly scowl can be heard. Oh, that's definitely the Rodrigues you know.
"Bender... Come on..." You groaned, clearly done with his bullshit.
"NOPE! YOU WOULD HAVE TO HELP ME WITH SOMETHING IF YOU COME IN."
...
"That's it. I'm coming in Three..."
"Two..."
"Wait hold on DON'T-"
"ONE!- oh... my g-god..."
Oh dear...
What a scarring sight.
He was between the fence of life and death, although it seemed to lean more into death then life. You had to think fast. You The team can't lose him! Not here... NOT NOW! How did he manage to get mangled up like this anyways?!
"Well ain't it the dipshit." He spat out a sassy remark. How ungrateful! At least you found him before his system had shut down permanently! "You goin'ta help me or what- AH WHAT THE HELL!"
You tossed him over your shoulder, which he ragdoll like a raggedy Ann doll, groaning and grimacing. Striding over to the others with him wriggling and squirming under your possession. Oh boy, he doesn't want to be seen like this! Like... He's vulnerable!
"Wait- WAIT- WAIT! STOP!" Bender shouted, his arms floundering about, metal clinking against your back.
...
You stopped in your tracks.
"I'd uh... rather it be somewhere else, not near them..." Bender whispered quietly.
"... Fine."
After a few moments, you quickly paced as you held him over your shoulder, taking him to your reserved studio. (although you call it your office... Because of the computer you own was always in there....) You placed him on your chair, clearing out stuff from your hands to clear off your workbench before stationing him on your desk. Was quite a sight to the eyes of the beholder. You opened the hatch of his chest, examining what was damaged, and what was not.
"AYE, STOP IT, HIT THE HAY-!" He wanted to shout at you to stop fiddling with his hatch, before realizing that you were just checking his core system.
"Hm," you hummed softly, before scuttling out from between his legs, scurrying out the way to find your toolbox.
"AH! There it is..." You spoke out your thoughts, mindlessly working on repairing his core. On the other hand, he was gripping onto the edges of the table. His limbs jittering as you tinkered with his system.
"...Ah- lil' more-" He grunted out, shuttering.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Mhm."
You noticed a loose wire... You reached to tug at it, holding it in your hand as you use your free hand to find the other half. He tensed up, before (somehow) turning his head away.
"You okay?"
"Yeah- euh... just get back to work..."
You glared at him, before looking down to his open hatch, "whatever, just stay still."
"You telling me that makes me not want to," Bender rebelled while propping his leg over the other and crossed his arms.
"At least I'm the one helping you out." you sneered, flicking that antennae of his.
"Whatever, continue on, toots." He scooted up on the work table, tugging the collar of your shirt to reel you in.
"Gee! Touchy," you shoo his hand away, rolling your eyes.
He laughed, wiping off an non-existent tear from his eye, "This is why we keep you around, your unintentionally funny..."
"Fuck off," You rolled your eyes, looking back at him with a thought blaring in your mind. "So, how'd you end up like... This?
"Honestly, I don't know... Something to do with the mob... and that one guy from that one from 'All My Circuits', or something..."
"Okay..? You know what that sounds about right. You being a felon and all."
"Mm, I mean. Yeah, I guess so," he glared, unsure how to put his words together. "I uh... I want to-wait... I mean... Uh... FUCK! geez..."
"You good? You're kind of... acting weird..."
"I mean to say... uhm... what is the word...?"
"Thank you?"
"Y-yeah... that word-Thn...Than... Eugh, it hurts to say it... I hate that word."
"Yeah. yeah, whatever, your welcome."
You continued to fix him, working on the jank rigs of his limbs. It convulses under your will.
"Geez, are you always this jittery?"
"No..? Haha..."
"Crummy, you are."
"Yeah... Guess I am...
You finished fixing him up, even giving him a small tune up in the process.
"Mm- Finished." You muttered, moving out from between his legs, before he pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you.
"Thanks, toots." He snickered. Sliding his hands down to your waist.
"Slow down, tiger," You moved his hands away, patting him on the back. "I guess I should find something else to do."
"Me?"
"What are you suggestin'- Oh... Oh no, don't try tempting me."
"Ah.. Fine. Whatever."
"What do you think I am, a coward?"
"Yes?"
"..."
"Yeah you're right."
[I will not make you guys do anything more then flirting because I'm lowkey a wimp]