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Sun do you really think this is a good idea?
The tall animatronic looked over at the janitor within the daycare. Janitor Wesley (preferred to just be called Wes) was helping them clean, currently focused on mopping a soiled patch of the floor. He was nice, nice to them, unbothered by their presence (unlike some parents and staff), and wasn’t annoyed when Sun had gotten a little too excited when first meeting them.
And, Sun suspected, he might be a bit touch starved.
It will be fine Moon. If I’m wrong he'll probably just think we’re being silly, but if I’m right, then we can help him!
Fine. But don’t screw this up. I don’t want him to have a reason to be mean to us.
He won’t! He doesn’t seem like one of those people. It’ll be fine, trust me.
Pushing down the feeling of doubt that trickled from Moon's circuits, he skipped on over to the young man, Wes raising his head to look up at that animatronic. He gave him a mildly confused look, pausing his mopping.
“Hey Sun, what’s up?”
Sun said nothing, not that he knew to say anyways, as he quickly reached down towards his head, and gently engulfed the janitors face with his hand.
“Sun?”
Sun didn’t respond to the question, simply holding his hand there, as he waited for more of a reaction. Perhaps he’d ask another question, or shove him away, but instead Wes just stood there, quietly, mop stationary in his hands.
And then, just as he’s hoped, he noticed Wes's body start to relax, feeling a slightly increased pressure against his palm, as the janitor leaned into the hand slightly. Scanning him, Sun could see that his heart rate had dropped, breaths slowed, eyes half lidded.
Holy (clown honk).
See? Told you I was right.
Realizing he might fall over if he continued to simply hold his face like this, Sun hesitantly removed it, the spell breaking as Wesley stumbled forward with a soft yelp, the mop slipping from his grasp. Protocol activating, Sun quickly caught him by the shoulders before he could fall, steadying him on his feet as Wes stared up at him in confusion. The mop clacked softly against the padded daycare floor.
Sun was practically beaming, leaving the poor janitor even more perplexed by the animatronic’s possible reasoning and motives.
“Uh Sun, what was that all about?”
“Checking if you were touch-starved, and it looks like I was correct!”
Wes's face twisted with shock, as jerked back slightly in surprise, completely caught off guard. And by the look in his eyes, Sun could tell he'd struck true, his gaze looking anywhere but him as he tried to regain his composure, and likely, deny the truth.
“No, I—”
Sun didn't let him finish his silly little protest, as he cupped the little janitor's head in his hands, holding it gently. The words seemed to die on his tongue as Sun held him, the defiant look in his eyes dying with it.
Sun could detect his pulse slowing, along with his breaths, as he seemed to give in to his gentle touch.
And yet, despite all the signs that he was enjoying this, his expression had locked into a pout, arms crossed and gaze anywhere else but on them.
Definitely in denial.
Yep! Without a doubt!
“Want me to stop?”
He could sense his body tense up at the question, Wes's eyes flickering up to his faceplate for a moment, before scanning the area, as the Janitor tried his best to not show any reaction.
Sun didn't have to wait long before his body deflated with a sigh.
“…no.”
Defeated with his confession, his shoulders slumped, arms falling to his sides as the pout on his face melted away.
“That's alright, we don't mind helping out a friend.”
Wesley smiled, relaxed in their hold, as the twin AI watched him together in their shared headspace, content.
Well, looks like we really do have a new friend!
Yeah, I guess we really do.