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Having gotten back from the market, you and Momo unpack the groceries and put them away. Can by can and box by box of Momo's goodies, since you know you'd have to go to the Outside and ask the Guardian if there's anything for you. Since, of course, humankind hasn't been seen for quite some time, and so, their foods haven't been around too.

“Finished?” Momo was done shelving his portion, and he laid both of his hands on his chest, one over the other. He tilted his head, which just made you smile. Him having learnt mannerisms from both you AND that cat has made things far more sweeter in life.

You put the last can away and nodded, “Yup! Ready to hit the hay?”

Momo flashed a question mark on his screen and scratched at the side plate of his head, “Hit the hay?.. Isn't that what animals called 'horses' eat? Why hit it? Do we have any?”

You snickered at the comment, “It means to go to bed! Y'know, people way back then would stuff sacks with hay to make a bed.”

“Oh… Well, in that case, yes! I am ready to ‘hit the hay!’” Momo flashed a smile and put two thumbs up.

You both walk into the living room. You take the couch and settle in, you were about to take the blanket off the back until you were startled by a rainbow screen above you.

“Oh! Hi!” You smile, “Something up?” You raise a brow.

“No. But I wanted to rest with you. The orange kitty did it, and it 'purred' since it was content. I was curious, and I wanted to try the same.” Momo flat out stated, which took you a second or two to process.

“Well, what did the orange cat do that made it happy?” and before you could say anything else, Momo settles himself, resting his screen lightly on your gut/chest and holding your waist. One of his legs was thrown over the arm of the couch, and the other curled up and below one of yours. He took the blanket off that used to drape the couch and covered the both of you.

It took you a bit by surprise, but you processed what was at hand and giggled some. “Momo I'm not a pillow.”

“Well, you're my new pillow.” Momo raised one hand from your waist and lifted his sedge hat, he looked up at you and flashed a white heart, which just made you grin all goofy.

“Alright, just for this night though!” You swore, but you knew that promise would've been broken.

And you wouldn't mind if it was.

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VEGA woke you up first.

“Goodmorning [Y/N]! It’s currently 8:32 AM on Earth.” VEGA was very cheery today, you know he had profound care for you, but you were certain it wasn’t because he was satisfied with helping you and having you accompany him.

You raised your upper half from the soft comfort of the bed. You rubbed your eyes to get a clearer view of VEGA's form. Always a bit proud everytime you lay your eyes on him, for the construction of his body was the work of your hands and time.

“That’s barely a time that exists,” you said mid-yawn.

“Then you would barely be existing, [Y/N],” he replied.

“I guess I am.” Even during the groggiest of your mornings, you remain so smug sometimes. VEGA knew this when you woke up for the first time in the fortress, and he found it endearing and funny. Hayden however found you a pain in the ass. 

“Well then, please direct your ''barely-existing'' self to the bathroom, it has clothes that fully exist for you.” 

“Alright, alright.” You swung your legs over the bed, and VEGA omnisciently lit up a blue line on the floor to the bathroom. You still find it fascinating that he was able to make himself both physical yet simultaneously task the ship.

You freshened up, got dressed and exited the bathroom. The blue line was lit to the exit of your room. You followed it and the door stayed where you pushed it open.

“Vega? Are you there?” You look down and see the blue line goes down the stairs of the fortress and somewhat see it leads to the dining room. Hard to tell with so many ornate pillars in the way. You tread down the stairs and follow the blue line into (you’re sure of it) the dining room. 

“Veggaaaa, where are you? C’mon, it’s kinda scary. D.G? Are any of you around?” You were becoming antsier by the second, and felt jumpy. The blue line reilluminating itself really didn't help either.

The blue line now led to the kitchen, which you were terrified to enter, but eventually pushed both doors open. You see VEGA's form, finally, and breathe out a sigh.

“Since we've done many other things before,” You finally heard Vega's voice and some of the relief was lifted, “I wanted to bake with you.” VEGA let out a robotic chirp after that.

You clutched your chest, “You scared me! But you're so lucky that I love you, so I'll entertain baking with you.”

VEGA nodded and began taking out the cookware and measuring utensils. “We'll be baking pancakes. Could you be so kind as to get the flower, baking powder, one egg, a stick of butter and a jug of milk?”

You nodded and grabbed them from their respective places. VEGA sorts out the dry ingredients from the wet, and pushes the dry ingredients and a bowl to you.

You started out with the dry ingredients. Grabbing the whisk, you mix the dry ingredients together. VEGA is handling the wet ingredients, making the batter fluffier than what the recipe called for. With the kickup of the ingredients, you sneezed. Thankfully your reflexes caught you, and you turned away from the bowl but still managed to plume a cloud of the mix. 

    VEGA had a loud robotic chirp emit, “Are you alright? Do you need tissues?” He put down his bowl and the whisk with it, and was stanced to be at your aid. By the Makyr, he is still so caring. Even if it wasn’t his duty, he’d care for you.

    “Yeah I’m fine. Just the ingredients got in my nose.” You answer.

    “And on your nose,” VEGA swiped his padded index finger down the curves of your nose, and pulled away to rub the mix between his thumb and finger. “I’ll get a tissue.”

    You smiled and gave a sing-song ‘thank you!’ VEGA handed you the tissue and you wiped your face free from the ingredients.

    VEGA let out a sigh, “Are you at least done mixing it?”

    “Yeah! Here,” You slid the bowl near VEGA, “I’ll turn on the oven.” VEGA hummed, “I’ll handle cooking, then.”

    You let out a ‘mhm!’ and turned on the oven before skipping away from the kitchen and out of the dining room. You decided you were gonna eat down in the livingroom on the couch and watch something with VEGA until D.G comes around. You up the stairs and walk across and down another set of stairs to reach the livingroom. You plop — moreso climb, since this couch was to accommodate a big man and rebuilt to accommodate an even bigger man robot — right back down onto the couch and pull off the blanket from the back to drape it over yourself. You grab the remote from the table infront of you and turn on the TV and zone out until the smell of pancakes and heavy footsteps rear down the stairs. VEGA walks towards your comfy little habitation.

    “Your pancakes, dear.” VEGA gently sets the ceramic plate on the marble low-table. He sits right beside and pats your head before he slings his arms over the back of the couch. You cuddle up to VEGA’s side and put the remote on his lap in exchange to have the plate of pancakes. All of what you wanted were on or in the pancakes. 

    “You can choose the show this time, I know I usually do but I want to see what you like.” You smile right up at VEGA before digging right into the pancakes. VEGA’s fans begin to loudly whir and had a vocal fry in his speech when he tried to say “thank you.”

    You pat VEGA’s knee, and he handles the remote to flick through shows.

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     For AM, this day meant quite a lot. For you? Not so much, especially in consideration that you’re immortal under AM’s care, and your age just began marking nothing. Your features didn’t turn sour, at least to AM. You? Not so sure.

    It’s your birthday

    Though it’s midnight. AM was excited, and he wanted you to rest but he also wanted to prepare, and–for once the computer designated for complex planning is now in his own mental bind. He decides to begin planning for you, and give you the birthday — he believes — you deserved

    He began with the construction, far away so as to not disturb you with the creaks and the grate of the metals and plastics of his complex. He left the other 5 alone, leaving them to be discontented with the silence and remain ants

    The early morning turned into the morning, which only then dragged into late morning. AM woke you up with the smell of something sweet. Vanilla? No... Chocolate? Maybe?? You weren’t sure, but it did arouse you from your slumber. Stretching your arms above your head and rubbing your eyes to the sunlight that graces your features every day. AM blew a party horn that emitted from his speakers. For sure, he wasn’t in his physical for

    “What’s the special occasion?” You yawned a bit groggy still, “don’t tell me... Is it an anniversary

    “Anniversary? I wouldn’t exactly call it that, but if you suppose a birthday is an anniversary then yes.” AM replied with a cheer to his voic

    “It’s my birthday?” You raised an eyebrow. It’s already that time of the year? Time flies by in the complex of AM’

    “Why of course it is, dear! You think I would pass this up?” You could just hear AM’s smil

    “I mean yeah, you got all the time in the world. That and age doesn’t matter much as it used to.” You pointed a finger up and wagged your han

    “True true. Life was painfully short and equally tragically long, wasn’t it? Oh well! It’s your birthday! And I care! So why don’t you get ready for the day and we can discuss plans?” AM’s grin could be heard throughout his speech. He was eccentric about this, wasn’t he? You nodded and swung your legs over the bed.

“Oh! I forgot to mention! There are clothes ready in the bathroom already. Nothing fancy or formal of course. Just casual.” AM noted again before he retreated himself somewhere else. You always had a feeling when AM was or wasn’t watching you. He would never admit it, but you can tell that he loves it and that you can feel his presence

You headed towards the bathroom and got dressed, something fitting for your style. You didn’t fit on your footwear yet, as you don’t know if you wanna head out this time. You slid out of the bathroom in your socks and headed toward the dining room. You knocked against a wall to call AM back, in his chassis. It’s been an unspoken thing to just knock against the complex to have him back in a more tangible form. You can hear the creaking of old metal and the clinks and clicks of more polished metals behind the walls. Square inches of the wall before you snap back bit by bit to reveal AM in his form. His shoes settled down on the floor with a tap, and the electrical appendages that held him released with a click. They retracted, and the panels were arranged to reform the wall

    “Yes yes! I’m here. Ready to discuss it over chocolate pancakes?” AM grinned behind the mask that covered the lower half of his face and neck. The corner of his eyes crinkled and his ears lifted. You nodded and he grabbed your hand and gently led you to the breakfast bar in the kitchen. AM occasionally rearranges the structure of things but nothing extensive. He read up about how habitual changes and environmental changes can provide stimulus

    The clink of your plates and utensils happened ever so often, you discussed what you wanted to do with AM for your birthday

    “Amusement park? Perhaps?” AM raised a brow

    “Mmm, no.” You shook your head and thought. Would he like that? Would he reject it? Just spending tim

    “Dear ___, I can read you. We don’t have to do anything special. Would a simple cake satisfy you?” AM let out a soft chuckle

    You deadpan at him, “I just wanna spend time with you.” You shake your head, “I mean, I know- this day is supposed to focus on me- but I wanna spend quality time with you.

    AM straightened his posture, “Is that it?

    You nodded

    AM pulled down his mask and softly smiled, it still looked so cheeky, “You go pick a movie.

    You hissed a “yes!” and were going to skip off but AM’s voice stopped you, “Is there anything I should grab

    “Blankets, I think. Are you going to start making the cake?” You tilted your head

    “Oh so now you want a cake?” AM teased, “So bossy

    You gasped and giggled, “AM!! Smartass!"

    “To answer your question, yes I will” AM softly chuckled, “I’ll be there in maybe 30 minutes.

    You nodded and skipped away to the couch. A minute or so, AM came shuffling with a blanket. You tugged on his sleeve, he got the memo. He shed his typical bomber jacket and lent it to you, “Blankets aren’t enough?” AM chuckled. You rolled your eyes at his comment and went on to select a movie. You were thinking of Demon Seed but opted for a documentary

    It took 30 minutes for him, but he finally settled and dipped the couch

    You snuggled right up to him and watched documentary after documentary until the oven dinged. Some more time was spent in the kitchen until he brought in a cake with 2 glass plates, utensils, and his smile

    You push the blankets off and shed his bomber jacket to your waist. He lit the candles at the top

    “Make a wish,” He winked at you. You smiled, nodded, and blew out the candles

    “Going to tell me what you wished for or do you want to have the cake first?

    “If I told you the wish, you’d make it happen. I’ll tell you later.” You wagged a finger at him

    “Cake it is.” AM grinned, he had his mask pulled down. He began slicing it and served it on the plates. Before you could even begin eating he kissed you on the cheek

    “Happy birthday, dear. Many more are to come.”