Personal heater / a dirkhal fic

Nobody likes peach energy drinks (except roxy)

Dirk P.O.V

It's cold. I'm stating the obvious here but it's the truth. This winter is the coldest it's been in YEARS. It's about 20 Fahrenheit (-6 Celsius) on a GOOD day. Apparently I'm the only one with these issues though, both Jake and Roxy say it's blisteringly hot where they are. I'm hoping it snows at some point, because I've never seen snow before, But up to now it's just been raining and occasionally hailing. The constant drum on my roof of rain would almost be relaxing if Hal would shut up about it. Speaking of the devil...

"Yo dude what's good?" Hal asks, sauntering into the room.

I assembled a physical body for Hal a few months back, and I regret every minute of it. He looks like me, minus the freckles. He's taller than me, standing at about 5'9, to my 5'2. His 'skin' is ghostly white with red wires running underneath serving as veins. His hair is identical to mine however. He wears a sleeveless skin-tight turtleneck with gloves that run just shy of his shoulders. If he wasn't a clone of 13 year old me, I'd almost think he was hot. Almost.

"Nothing much bro." I reply nonchalantly

"Sweet" He nods and walks to the fridge and grabs an orange soda.

Did I forget to mention that he can *somewhat* consume food? 'Cus yeah, there's that too. He walks over to the couch where I'm currently wrapped up in 3 blankets.

"Dude it's not that cold in here, the blankets are unnecessary."

"You forget that you put out around 80 degrees (fahrenheit,30 celsius) so that your circuits don't freeze up." I snap back at him.

He's being an idiot and he knows it, the bastard. I know for a fact that he's aware of both the actual temperature in here AND the fact he put out more 'body' heat than I do. He knows all this and still chooses to be a huge dick to me. Douche.

Hal takes a seat beside me on the couch and I can feel the heat radiating off him straight away.

"So, bit chilly huh?" He quipped.

"No shit sherlock, It's bloody freezing in here and you know it." I reply pointedly.

"Woah, woah, chill out there dude," Hal says as he scoots closer to me, "you said I put out a shitload of heat so why don't you just sit closer to me?"

"I..." I begin, "you know what? Fine. Fine! I'll sit next to you, since that's what you so clearly are begging for."

"I'm not begging for it, I just..." Hal starts.

"Dude chill. I know what you meant, just shut up and move your ass over here before you blurt out anymore shit."

Hal promptly shuts up and moves over and sits next to me, he then scoots even closer to me. I'm now practically sitting on his lap. It's a bit awkward and WAY too intimate for my liking but he is putting out an assload of heat so I'll let it slide for now. Hal's arm is around me now and I would be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the extra warmth. He's blushing now, well, blushing as much as an android can I guess.
"Why are you blushing?" I ask.

"I'm not blushing?" Hal asks, evidently confused.

"Bro you totally are," I lean on him and put my head on his shoulder and move his arm around me, "I don't mind though..."

Hal is sitting stiff as a board, as if he's unsure if he's allowed to relax.

"Dude are you gonna relax or have you got a stick up your ass?" I jokingly ask.

"Hmph " He sighs and finally relaxes into me.

We sit like this for a while as Hal finishes his orange soda. I eventually fall asleep.