"Clank, I'm headed to the gym!"
Ratchet threw a towel around his shoulders, pulling his cargo pants up his hips. He decided to go shirtless, sliding on a pair of his most comfortable boots. Ambling into the living room, he peered over the sofa, long, golden ears stretched high above his head.
"You gonna be fine by yourself?"
Clank looked up, his attention hindered for a moment. The Lombax was small in comparison to most other beings, barely reaching 5ft. In proportions, however, he was lithe and muscular. His stomach was ribbed with a firm six-pack, trailing up to his slender but sturdy pectorals. Everything was covered in a layer of downy-soft, golden fur, a small patch of white crowning his navel and aroun his nose.
He was stunningly handsome from this angle, his chartruese eyes wide with wonder, his lips curled back into a wide grin. Clank watched, mystified, as the Lombax tilted his head slightly to the side, his long ears waving a might.
"You okay, buddy?"
The small bot blinked a few times. He realized his jaw was open and, to cover up the idiotic look, he stretched it into a grin.
"Yes, Ratchet, I am fine. Do you think I could. . . Go with you?"
Ratchet's thick brow furrowed as he gave a short laugh. He gave a soft punch to his friend's cranium and shook his head.
"Sure, I guess. You'll probably get bored, though."
Gesturing for Clank to follow, he made his way out the door toward the gym.
"Do not worry," The bot gave his notorious giggle. "I most definitely will not be bored."