"Yo, robot guy!"
Kiibo's hypersensitive ears picked up the all too familiar voice. He reluctantly turned around, "W-What?"
"Where ya going? Can I come with?" Ouma eagerly asked. He jumped forward, placing his hands on the robot's shoulders.
He frowned, sighing at the disturbance. "I'm heading to my room to rest for a bit, so no, you can't come with me." He let the boy's hands fall off of him with a tired shrug, "I'm sorry, Ouma-kun, but I am at a very low percentage right now. I'll have to ask you to find someone else to entertain yourself with."
Ouma pouted, "Aww, but I wanna see how robots charge themselves!" He moved in front of Kiibo and held out his arms, effectively blocking his path. "Like, which orfice does it go in? The ears? The nostrils? The assho- hey!"
Kiibo quickly moved past him, continuing his trek down the hallway. Even listening to him was enough to drain him of his energy. He wished that he hadn't let his energy deplete to such alarmingly low rates, but the recent events of the killing game were weighing down on him. And no one had even been murdered yet!
He opened the door to his room, sighing when he saw the cold interior. He still hadn't gotten used to his new 'home'. Kiibo headed straight towards his bed, but would regret doing so as he forgot to check behind him.
Ouma rushed in, nearly knocking the door off its hinges. He got to the bed before Kiibo, jumping onto it with his entire body. Kiibo merely stared, caught off guard by the sudden raid. Then he caught sight of the other boy bouncing on his bed.
"Ouma-kun! What do you think you're doing?!"
He stopped bouncing, reverting to a sitting position. "Well, duh. I'm about to see a robot charge itself!" He scooted to the side of the bed, catching a glimpse of a long wire on the floor. "Ooh, is this the charger?"
"Yes, but- hey, don't touch that!"
Kiibo dashed forward, but it was too late. Ouma had the charger's power cord in his hand. He pulled on the ends a bit too strongly, and they snapped, causing it to break into two.
"...Oops."
"AAAAHHHHH!" Kiibo screamed, dramatically dropping to his knees. He yanked the broken charger from Ouma's hands, taking a closer look at the damage he had done. The little colourful wires on the inside were frayed from being teared apart, and the cord skin's rip trailed all along the base of the charger. The huge flap of material wiggled around as it was pulled away.
Ouma spoke as the robot was stunned into silence, "Hey, it's no big deal. You can fix it easily, right?"
Kiibo panickedly looked at him, "U-Usually I could, but..." He suddenly felt a pang of dizziness. "I'm not in my best shape right now. I needed this to charge myself! And NOW look at what you've done!" He waved the charger in his face for emphasis.
"Woah there," Ouma nonchalantly waved away his frantic movements. "I only wanted to see the process. I didn't think it would break."
"Oh no, what am I going to do..." Kiibo sulked, sitting on the floor beside his bed. He cradled the charger in his hands.
Ouma shifted beside the robot, his arms dangling beside his head. "You could just ask the annoying girl. Y'know, that one inventor with the big boobs..."
"Iruma-san, that's right!" Kiibo got up as fast as he could, "She probably has a lot of experience in fixing things!" He quickly walked out of the room, bringing the charger with him.
"Heey! Wait for me!"
By the time Ouma had caught up with him, they were in the kitchen. Iruma sat at the table, clicking away on a hand made game console. She didn't notice the two of them as they approached her.
