me x pico from cool war

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 Dion came back to the smell of... Bacon, and eggs. Ew. He scrunched his nose and flinched. Disgusting. "Morning." "Moooorning..." Dion rubbed his eyes, staring at Pico. The light coming in through the window made a wonderful morning ambience, that almost made Dion forget that he was in a strangers house, and that he slept on the floor the other night, and that the whole room smelled of urine and freshly cut wood. Dion fumbled through his backpack, before remembering that his mechanical half was administering his medicine so he didn't have to take it himself. He checked his internal calender. Saterday. Dion went outside, not listening to see if Pico wanted him inside for breakfast. Dion had a 50$ bill in his pocket, and he was going to buy something that was at least a smidgen more appetizing to him than Bacon and eggs. He wandered around aimlessly before coming to a local gas station. Sure, it probably had things society considers unsavory, but the smell of shit coming from a strange place or the occasional stoner didn't bother Dion. He just wanted food that wouldn't make him want to vomit.

Dion opened the door to the gas station with a ding, going straight for the shitty gas station pizza you could find in every single gas station to ever exist. Gas station pizza is disgusting, but Dion cared not for that either. He took a whole pizza box, then slid over the dollar bill to the cashier, before going and getting a bottle of soda. Soda and pizza over bacon and eggs, every time. Dion walked out with his change, a pizza, and a bottle of soda. He then wandered back over to the cabin, having a hard time finding his way. Eventually, he got over there at some point, maybe lunch. The pizza didn't get cold, for some reason, which it really should have. "Hey." Dion placed the pizza on a handmade table, cracking open his soda and taking a swig of it. "How can you drink that?" Dion looked over at Pico. "With my mouth." "Dude, you're a robot, beep boop and all that. How the fuck are you drinking liquids?" Dion scrunched his nose. "I used to be organic. Haven't you heard of-" "Machine cult, got it." Dion sat down, looking away. Pico stared silently. "Please don't call it that." "What, don't call it what it is? It's a machine cult." "I asked you not to call it that, please." "Why?" "I can't tell you. Please just leave it alone." "Fine, machine religion." "That works. Thanks." "You gonna eat that?" Pico pointed at the pizza. "I was going to, yeah." Dion got up, took a slice, and ate it. "It's lukewarm."

The days went on like this for a while. Pico and Dion didn't talk to eachother much, except for the occasional small conversation. Sometimes Dion would leave for a while and return with cash. It was never much, and neither of them talked about where it came from. Dion often slept on the floor in his robe, and once he came back with a blanket he had gotten. Pico had made himself a bed, but it wasn't much. It was like this for a few weeks, and not much changed until one day- "Hey, Pico, can I sleep on the bed with you?" Pico startled back. "Why? You've been perfectly fine on the floor before." "You're human. That means you're warm. I'm also human, kind of. I'm warm too. We can keep eachother more warm if we sleep together." "You could be trying to kill me." "If I wanted to kill you I would have done it already. Please? Pretty please?" "Fine, so you're not trying to kill me, and can keep me warm as we sleep. We barely know eachother though, that's too fast. You're weirdly insistent on this." Dion nodded. "That's understandable." They both went to sleep feeling vaguely unfulfilled.

The next day, Dion woke up to an empty bed and a knock on the door. Pico. He opened it to see Pico with a freshly bloody rabbit corpse. "Lunch's on me this time." Pico took the rabbit, carefully slitting the belly as Dion watched, mesmerized. He peeled back the skin with his hands, which Dion noted seemed rough or like they needed lotion. Dion made a mental note to go get some lotion. Then, Pico sliced the abdominal muscles, taking out the viscera quite carefully and peeling the muscle from the bone. After everything was seperated, Dion stood there, shaking himself out of his wonder at how it was handled. Even if it was just ordinary butchering, nothing artistic, it was still mind boggling to him. Pico got out a pan, put the rabbits fat in it, and placed sliced of rabbit onto it, sizzling as it browned before it was placed on a plate. "Eat up, I guess." The pair did just that, eating the rabbit. "Thank you. This is delicious." Pico glared at Dion, who shrank back. "Sorry." The two then lived their day wordlessly.

Dion was beginning to crave human contact quite a bit. He had M-WNET but it wasn't much. He had stopped going out into town, which meant the cash flow stopped. Dion seemed happier for it, though. He didn't really seem to be complaining lately, and he was mostly lounging about and sleeping on the floor on top of animal skins and under blankets. The average conversation was something like this:

"Piiiiiicooooo."

"What?"

"Talk to meeeeeeeeee."

"About what?"

"Anything."

And then one would talk to the other about something meaningless yet enjoyable.