Trust Is a Valuable Thing if your Partner Doesn't Have A Virus

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"Hey, can you guys finish it up? I'm running out of battery! Plus, we gave you ten extra minutes," a voice emerged from the doorway. Steven glared towards the door. That voice belonged to Mike, and it knew that from not only having to hear it every day, but also from his muffled, naturally loud sound. It was always at the worst times when he wants to leave. It let out a gentle sigh and looked back at the other person in the room. The other person was... it didn't exactly know what to explain her. She was beautiful in every way, and even if other people don't believe that, it did. She looked similar to it, given that they were both the same model of robot, but she had a cotton-looking tail as if she was a rabbit, and poofy hair on her head that felt like a pillow when you ran your fingers through the pink strands. Her eyes were open and cheerful, the kind of eyes you can look at and they'd cheer you up in the most dire situations. Steven silently questioned if she saw it that way too or if it was just being immature.
"I think they want us now," Sara, the woman it was thinking about, told it as she looked back at the door where they'd both heard him call them. "Did they say we could see each-other tomorrow, after they finish another shift?" 
"I haven't asked. I could, however." It stood up, put back on its thin glasses (which were easily able to completely cover its small eyes) and reached out its hand for her to stand up with. When she took its hand, her fingers felt... soft, unlike how a robot's hands should be, they were soft and chubby and especially holdable. A small smile curled onto her lips as she glanced away from it's face. Steven took this chance and decided to plant a small kiss on her cheek while she wasn't looking, which resulted in it feeling her hands get hot and her face get all nervous and silly-looking. It wasn't the best at showing it, but it sort of... found it amusing. Cute, even, if that was the word it was looking for. "Is it time we go ask?"
"U-um, yeah!" She chortled, her hands leaving its own so she could exit the room with it. It turned around to where they were both leaving and waited for her to catch up.
"Sara?" It decided to ask before they went to the room where the protogens were. Their counterparts were currently resting inside of the nurses office of a laboratory they were hired to guard... a few hours ago. The staff had all left except them since they didn't exactly have a home they could go to afterwards, but it looked like Mike planned on at-least finding somewhere else in the lab for the time being, somewhere a little more comfortable and somewhere they could charge.
"Uh huh, Steven?"
"Will you be alright with just Periwinkle?"
"Course I will! Try not fighting with Mike that often... though I see why you fight him so often..."
"I'll try not to, I suppose."
"Okay! I love you," she mumbled, more specifically the last part, almost to the point of it being inaudible.
"Hm?"
"Nothing..." And with that, Sara left the room, and Steven followed her with a delay, secretly curious on what she said.

After Steven and Mike had left the room, leaving MP!Periwinkle and Sara to their own devices, they didn't exactly have a plan on where the nearest charging point was. There was one in the room they'd just left, but unfortunately their alternates were using that port.
So they were looking around (More-so just the protogen, considering Steven had been placed back inside it's device and couldn't see the outside world) for somewhere to charge, when Mike suddenly halted and looked down at the wall.
Coincidentally enough, there was a small, rectangular outlet, and though it wasn't a great place to rest, the body of the two truly was running low on the battery and probably wouldn't last to find a comfier outlet area or even a pillow. 
Mike sat down in a way his long, metal tail with fur draping from it like a clothesline wouldn't bump against the wall (or break it at this point, who knows how strong that tail is,) and plugged himself into the outlet with a charger that they'd taken before they left the nurse's office. "Hey, System, found one," he began to boast, "it was before I ran out, too. No need to congratulate me."
 "I... I wasn't going to," Steven replied tiredly, getting sick of its nickname and Mike's stupidity at such a late time like this."I believe you should already be aware of that."
"Obviously I was being sarcastic. Can't you tell?" And it looks like Mike was getting sick of the way Steven kept on whining about everything he said (well, that's what it looked like to him at-least.)  "Anyway, didn't you say something earlier, on the way here, what was it..." he attempted to remember their conversation.
It was honestly quite surprising that they were having one knowing they always bicker when they attempt to talk to each-other.
"Oh, I remember it!" he exclaimed after a moment. "You were saying that I only charge slower when we're together 'cause you're sucking up all my battery-energy?"
"Though that is correct, please don't phrase it that way. The device charges itself as-well when it's inside of your chest compartment as you charge. Both of us charge faster separately, but we do not have the materials for that to occur."
"What do you mean, 'don't phrase it that way?' I was just saying it in... non-nerd language."
"You're quite a bother..." Mike didn't respond to Steven, because even though he hates when it gets the last word, they would most likely be fighting until they were both fully charged (which could sometimes take hours if they were both using all their energy to pester their counterpart) if he responded with something like another insult, which seemed like the only thing he could do at the time because he never apologized to Steven and never planned to in the future, and he was sure that the other robot wasn't going to apologize to him either unless something drastic happened or Sara forced it to.
Sitting here and thinking about what to say, or what he wasn't going to say, had gotten the protogen into a bored state, lean-sitting against the wall and staring at the interior of the lab they'd been working at for a short time now.

Unlike the last laboratory they'd sent themselves to guard, which mainly had a stone interior with a smell of alcohol and not very good security measures (Wooden, movable barriers instead of something like fully functional metal doors? What was the owner of that place thinking?) this one had white, marble walls and a decorated floor with high measures to keep the subjects in their place; strong doors, guards at every corner (excluding Mike and MP!Peri since they're technically also guards here now,) shock collars on the more hostile experiments, if you named it, it would probably be in the lab they were guarding at.