Knock-off? As if! Wily’s a genius, anything he comes up with is factual and original! Justice is cool, I’m all about justice! But justice can only prevail if I’m there to enforce it, as a true hero!
Yeah, you’re truly something alright. Too bad he didn’t give you 20/20 vision so you could see who the REAL hero is.
rokkuman said: “Wrong colored” What’s that supposed to mean!? Blue is the best!
Duh! Everyone knows blue is the best, but my eyes are red because I have hero-vision! What’s your excuse, copycat?
Hero-vision? Sounds like a cheap knock off only Wily would come up with. Now, JUSTICE-VISION, that’s the real thing! That’s what I’ve got.
Now THAT’S a silly question. Why wouldn’t I consider us friends, Time?
It was hard to conceal and contain any emotion he felt, that much became even more apparent when Rock noticed it and gave him the most convincing answer he had ever heard of. ‘I am too a bad boy.’ He had no comment for that and proceeded to apologize.
I’m not surprised that he is stunned… not many see me apologize. It’s rare that I have to.
That was true enough, but when he was in the wrong he did admit to it and even let his every waking mistake plague him so he wouldn’t make it again. Some things would never change, would they? He mulled over on it while Rock inspected the box before deciding that it was to his liking before… what was he doing? He felt his eyebrow rise, his expression certainly curious beneath his stern exterior. He kept it up, even after Rock said he accepted it and slowly came to nod.
“Very well then.” His gaze cut down to the bag when Rock smiled at him, unable to sustain visual contact at that.
Why was he smiling at him? Shouldn’t he still remain sour that he, Rockman, had been humiliated by a prototype and several flights of stairs? His little jest did little to ease him either. Infact, he shifted in his seat and made a point to remove the other box to preoccupy himself and feel less awkward.
That was until Rock asked if his stuff was ok. He blinked, his head lifting to study Rock carefully and quietly a short while before he responded. Of course it was fine, he had finished the job on time and had been able to move in with Flash. The very thought made his fingers press more firmly into the box.
“Yes. I will be able to work on more clocks around the city.” It wasn’t temporal research, but it was the closest thing to keeping him functional and off a list of ‘to be decommissioned’ robots.
“About out discussion before… the stairs. I meant well, Rock.” He slowly started to rise from his seat, pulling the box up to him once he tucked his chair beneath the table. He left the books where they were, knowing how foolish it would be to try to check one out.
‘How cute, the robot is trying to play human’ came to mind, but it didn’t stop him from wishing he could hold a collection of books in his posession.
“It’s a nice day out. Come.” He left it at that, having kept the forks in his box so Rock wouldn’t eat in the library! Rules were meant to be followed!
“You don’t wanna eat here?” Rock asked, the dismay in his voice unmistakable. The thought of having to wait for cheesecake seemed almost unfair. Unjust, even. ….fine! Maker!
Rock stood quickly and pushed in his chair, waiting for Time to get his books and things, assuming he wanted to check them out. “There’s some benches out front.” he pointed out, maybe a little pushy. “Do you want help with your things?”
Well I don’t really have a line, but I have PLENTY of friends outside of just my brothers and sisters! I’d have a harder time thinking of people who AREN’T my friend.. I mean, all of Monsteropolis’ citizens are my friends, the Cossack family are all my friends, and Bass and I are friends, too!
It was best that Rock hadn’t worn sunglasses or else Time really would have had trouble keeping his composure. Placing his hands on the table was suddenly a mistake for what he took in was something that was quite humorous if not something that was… cute.
Pressing his lips together he shifted his position and shied his gaze away when he noticed Rock trying to play ‘the cool guy’. It was a cliche as it was out of character of Rock, and so instead of appearing cool to Time, he took on an entirely different image.
A small smile fought to roll over a stern expression and he hardly realized it when a small ‘heh’ escaped him. He was… amused at the gesture? Of course he was. It reminded him of when a certain someone would try to appear bigger than he was and instead of coming across intimidating… well, it was admirable at best.
“To begin, the ‘bad boy’ act doesn’t suit you,” He finally looked back at him, amusement lingering in his optics that seemed to glow softly under the light. “So if we could be serious I believe I owe you an apology.” He didn’t give Rock time to mull over his words as he reached down and pulled up a bag that held two boxes in it; one for him and one for Rock.
“I mean it when I say it was an accident. All I could think of when it happened was that I would surly be decommissioned should anything break. That would have had me accountable for two failed purposes. For a prototype to fail once is unacceptable, but twice?” He didn’t look at Rock as he spoke. Instead, he fumbled with the white box, pulled it free and slipped it forward.
“The stairs were in your path and you tumbled down them…you were so angry that I thought it best to send you on your way before something broke. Even still I should have asked… are you alright?” He finally looked up, his expression sincere if not a bit pouty at having to admit he had done something wrong. He loathed to be wrong in any way, and had a terrible time stumbling over any mistake he had made. He was supposed to be perfect…he had to be as close to it as he could get if he were to…
Inside the box there was a large slice of strawberry cheese cake. Time’s favorite ‘needless’ enjoyment. Just as the books surrounding him were.
Rock’s cool-guy expression faltered a little when he saw Time trying not to laugh at him, the entire ruse collapsing when he was confronted about it.
“I am too a bad boy.” Rock insisted in a quiet mutter, forgetting all about that at the prospect of being apologized to. That was unexpected, especially from someone like Time, especially after the whole stairs thing. His frown had changed to something more neutral, and then positively curious when boxes were produced. Time really meant it enough to bring a gift? He blinked a little, stunned. Unable to help himself, Rock peered inside the box, his eyes lighting up when strawberry cheesecake came into sight, and they hadn’t skimped on the strawberries OR the cheesecake. He closed the box and sat up straight in his chair, hands in his lap (until utensils came out, anyway), his gaze and expression solemn.
“I accept your apology.” Rock said, tone somber. He smiled at Time over the cheesecakes though, unable to keep it up. “And I’m just fine, if a couple flights of stairs could do me in, this would be the Wilyville Public Library instead of the Monsteropolis Square Library.”
He paused a moment, recalling their fight.
“Was your stuff okay?”
The reading calmed Time even more, soothed him as he lost himself in a sea of words until a single alarm jerked him back to reality. Hours had flown by in minutes and that left him through three books and nearing the end of a fourth one when Rock seated himself and said ‘hey’.
Right on time. What a surprise. Calmly Time closed the book and set it gently down on the table before he lifted his gaze to meet Rock’s own. His expression was soft and relaxed, but soon changed to cover just how much he had enjoyed himself.
“Hello Rock. It has been awhile.” He set both his hands gently on the table, optics studying Rock’s own as he tried to discern how upset the Blue Bomber really was.
Rock wished he’d worn his sunglasses, or rather, a pair Blues had left in his room- so he could look even more distant than he was vainly attempting to at the moment. He was sitting askance in his chair with one arm thrown over the back of it, his eyes half lidded and a frown on his lips.
“Hey.” He repeated, looking away quickly, the way a cool guy would, because that’s what he was. “Yeah it’s been a while I guess. You said you had something to tell me?” he asked, also cooly.
>Don’t be late. 12:00:00 P.M.
Time had hours in advance before the two of them were supposed to meet. It was unlike him to arrive early anywhere, and yet he couldn’t pass up the chance to have a viable excuse to meander among a collection of books woven with plenty of information and stories he would love to immerse himself in.
Fingertips trailed gently over the bindings of the books that were to his eye level, optics quickly scanning over countless titles and occasionally plucking one free to add to a growing collection in his arms. He knew he could have rented out a book tablet to download a limited amount of titles to read on one slender piece of equipment, but he preferred the old fashioned way. That was to actually hold a book in his hand and to gloss over pages with words printed on them instead of streams of data he could easily upload and ‘read’ in a matter of minutes.
“This should help me pass the time.” He said softly, a small twitch of his lips giving away as he tried to manage a small smile but it was hard to come by.
Seating himself at a table by a wide window he set his books down, took the topmost one and began to read while he waited for Rock.
The beauty of the library’s bookscape was completely lost on Rock, who understood the sentimental value of words on paper, but at the same time just wasn’t interested. He could read all the books he ever wanted on his head, instantly; So why would he want to sit down and scan them in line by line while manually turning the pages and ugh no, tedious. Abort.
So while Timeman might have been moved by the tranquil and somewhat musty air, Rock was…. as Rock as ever. Time was easy enough to spot (he’d seen him in the window as he’d walked up) but he paused before he approached. The nice walk had put him in a good mood, but now he needed to be upset! Time was being a total jerk to him! That’s right! Getting a more serious expression on his face, he took a seat across from his opponent, giving him a nod.
“Hey.” was his super serious greeting, not about to be ignored for a book.
Why, you’ve discovered my true intentions. I’ve been thwarted by your intellect yet again… [He rolls his eyes. What part of accident didn’t he understand?!]
I will be where you need me to be to talk about it. You can be a grown-up for an hour, yes? [He’s not about to tell him where he really is.]
>Fine! You, me, high noon at the Monsteropolis public library.
Rock wrote smugly, for two very good reasons:
A) No yelling was allowed in the library!
B) It didn’t have stairs.