Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Thirty: Hot!The teenagers were all standing outside, bleary-eyed and confused, talking amongst themselves. Behind them, the previously roaring flames were just about settled down, the men and woman of the fire department working tirelessly to destroy the flames.Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Thirty: Hot! by ~TheAuthoressComplex
Somewhere out of sigh, a freshman watched the scene with an annoyed expression, before turning it on the two people behind her, “Really, guys? Setting my dorm on fire? Really?”
The yellow cat-like creature pouted at her with arms crossed, looking just about as pleased as she was, “Hey, you started it. You're the one making all those stupid stories.”
“They're. Just. STORIES!”
The two glared each other down, each with equal and intense fury. The third party, a small robot, blinked as he simply alternated his gaze between the two of them, attempting to decide which one to side with. On one hand, they did unjustly burn down her dorm. But she did create those... interesting stories about the two of them. But
Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Nine: SweetWhy was it that Ratchet refused to properly clean up his own room?Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Nine: Sweet by ~TheAuthoressComplex
He kept the garage, where he spent the majority of his time, in relatively good condition – every now and again Clank would have to ask him to mop, but he kept it neat. And he would do his fair share of tidying up in the living room/dining room and kitchen, even if Clank had to more or less bribe him into it. But it was as if he had something against any sign of order in the place where he slept. Honestly, it was not like having his things well kept would kill him or something. Or perhaps he was hoping the mess would trip up any nighttime intruders attempting to sneak up on him in his sleep?
...well, there was an unpleasant thought.
Shaking that idea from his processor, Clank proceeded on his task of organizing the clothing Ratchet had carelessly left on the floor. He did this every once in a while, when he was unable to walk across the room without tripping. Ratchet never said anything, never acted like he notice
Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Eight: UmmThis. Is. Stupid.Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Eight: Umm by ~TheAuthoressComplex
"Ratchet," Clank kicked the Lombax subtly under the table, "Be polite."
"Sorry, sorry," Ratchet sighed, "It's just... this is so BORING. Why are we even here? This isn't exactly a matter of galactic security-"
Before Clank could answer properly, a loud holler attracted his and Clank's attention to the stage, to the very reason that they WERE here. Qwark cleared his throat loudly and began speaking, "Thank you, one and all, for being here today as I, President Captain Cornelius Qwark, give my official state of the union address," At that, from his pocket he produced a scroll, which unraveled into a very long list of topics to cover, "Whoa. How are we going to get through all of this in one meeting? Um, okay, hold on," Taking yet another pause, Qwark quickly placed a pair of reading glasses upon his masked face, "Issue One: ME! Oh, yes!" The super fist pumped, "My favorite subject!"
Giving a low groan, Ratchet slammed his head down onto the table unceremoniously, "Do I
Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Seven: B-DayThis... this was perhaps the most befuddling thing Clank had ever heard in his admittedly short life.Thirty Day OTP Challenge - Day Twenty-Seven: B-Day by ~TheAuthoressComplex
"You mean you have never celebrated your birthday?"
"Nope," Ratchet leaned back in his uncomfortable looking chair. Why did he like that chair so much? It was not particularly soft, and the posture Ratchet had to take to avoid sitting on his own tail was not pleasant looking. Note to self: buy better chairs.
The robot filed this observation into the stores of his memory banks for later retrieval and continued the conversation that Ratchet, as apparent by the sudden attention he was paying to the television, "I- pardon me if I seem to be behaving rudely about this, but after all the attention you gave to myself and Angela on our respective birthdays, especially considering that I, as a robot, do not technically HAVE a birthday, it is odd to see you show such unconcern for your own."
"It's really not that big a deal," The Lombax's tone was faux-casual, the type he took when a subject hit