Adjusting to a world that isn't yours

I should not be so lost

TestTube was gone for the majority of the day, leaving Knife stuck in the lab much longer than he would've liked. Sure, he didn't have plans, and hanging out, or well, keeping an eye on 4S wasn't the worst task in the world, it was just... A lot less thrilling, than say, hanging out and gaming in the hotel.

Eventually though, both TestTube AND Fan entered the lab, with... several crates of what looked like industrial material. TestTube seemed to be faring just fine with carrying the few crates that had been dropped down into the lab over to the table in the room, but as Knife walked out of the television room to see who was there, Fan was struggling, so Knife went up and took the crate from him, putting it with the other ones, and raising an eyebrow.

"What, are you building another spaceship or something?" Knife joked, looking at TestTube, who froze in her spot.

"Ahaha, erhm... uh, you didn't snoop, did you?"

"No, but guessing by your reaction, I'm sure I'm right?" He crossed his arms, a bit intrigued now.

"Well you see, uh... Yeah." TestTube shuffled awkwardly in place, looking to Fan for a bit of help. He just shrugged in response, also unable to think of an excuse, as he walked over to the crates, digging something out from one of them. It was at this time that 4S also stepped out of the television room, to see what was going on.

"Space travel. Yes. That's it, I mean, who wouldn't want to go to space!"

"Haven't you already been?"

"Ah, well, I've been to mars, but that was the extent of it," Fan piped up with a smile, retrieving a small bag from the crate.

"Just er-- think of the possibilities! Space travel!"

"Well you're really set on this excuse, and I don't really care enough for the real answer, so whatever." Knife shrugged, before heading for the exit door, looking over to 4S who was leaning on the hallway entry-way, completely silent still.

"Anyways, I'm going back to the hotel. Next time you have me stay here maybe don't be gone the whole day? You're lucky I didn't have plans." He wasn't actually annoyed or anything, just still bored.

"Ah, well see you around then!" TestTube smiled towards Knife, who just left without another comment.

"Thanks, by the way for helping me out with the shopping, Fan," TestTube turned to Fan, giving him a smile.

"Yeah! Of course," He huffed, stretching out his hands, while still holding the small bag. This was when 4S made his presence known, though unintentionally, as he shuffled in his spot. TestTube looked over and jolted a bit, not having heard him come out of the room.

"Ah! Oh, you're here! Right, of course," TestTube let out an awkward chuckle.

4S was still silent, figuring he just wasn't going to be vocal today, which was fine. The silence in the air was a bit awkward, before TestTube coughed into her hand, and turned her focus back to the crates.

"Oh yeah! I got you something," Fan smiled, also looking over at 4S now, stepping over with the bag in his hand;

"Don't take this the wrong way but uh, as the number one II super fan, I've picked up some insider knowledge-- totally not having to ask MePhone or anything-- and I saw this while we were out and uh-- Yeah, I thought it would be a nice gesture," Fan let out an awkward chuckle, not making eye-contact as he held the bag out, 4S uncrossing his arms, curiously taking the bag, and peeking in. Oh. This was a gift, wasn't it. He glanced up to Fan, who shuffled in his place, almost nervous. 4S still said nothing. He wanted to thank Fan for the thought-- and yeah, this was a nice gesture, but the words didn't come out. He would just nod, and take the bag back to his room, hoping that didn't seem too rude as he carefully shut the door behind him. Now in his room, he leaned back against the closed door, sliding down to the floor as he took the item out of the bag. It was a hello kitty plushie. He stared at it, examining it from every angle possible, wondering if this was some sort of trap, or if Fan got him this out of pity, or to be able to make fun of him, or-- well, no. From what he's seen and heard about Fan, he didn't think he was the sort of object to do something like that. So for once, he decided to let himself take this at face value for what it was, a genuine gift that he had put thought into. He discarded the bag, standing himself back up, and walking over to his bed. He flopped down, holding the plush doll close. This was odd, but he appreciated actually being able to enjoy something without being judged, or scolded for it. Of course, he wasn't going to tell anyone about this, he wasn't going to risk getting laughed at by anyone at that hotel, just hoping Fan wouldn't tell anyone either about his supposed enjoyment.