6 always hummed when he created a piece of art. But only when he was happy.
5 peered around the corner into 6's cave of yellowed paper and black ink. The only sound was the scratch of metal against paper and a light hum. 5 leaned against the wall to watch him.
The striped stitchpunk swayed to and fro with his arms motion, seeming almost graceful. A smile crept across 5's face as he watched the artist in action, his hands dancing across the paper flawlessly. The one eyed stitchpunk stepped beside him and crouched down.
6 slowly swam to the surface of consciousness and looked up at him.
"Hello." He murmured. His crafted hand drifted on the end of a long arc of black ink patiently.5 sat down and looked down at him.
"Hey, 6, what're you drawing?"
6 pushed against his paper lightly. "It's us."
5 looked at the paper. 8 ink faces looked back at him. 3 faces were to the left bottom corner, and another 3 were smaller, and in the top right corner. Two were in the middle. One was marked with blotchy stripes while the other had only one eye. 5 smiled. "Is that us in the middle?"
6 looked down and fumbled with his hands. "Y-yes…"
5 carefully picked up the paper, being careful not to smudge the delicate artwork.
"That's really neat 6…" He smiled at the artist, who looked back with his mismatch lens eyes timidly. 5 handed him the paper, but 6 pushed it back towards him. "It's for you." He said shyly. 5 looked down at the floor at their feet, seeming embarrassed. "Thanks." He said. 5 turned to leave, but suddenly 6 felt himself run towards him. A few seconds later, his striped arms were wrapped around 5 in a tight hug.
"Don't worry, things will be better. Everything is eventually." 6 whispered.
5 put his arms around 6's smaller body and hugged him back. "Thanks." Though he didn't really know the reason of what 6 had said. He let go of 6 and walked towards the door. 6's hands lingered in the air, just wanting that feeling again.
"W-wait!" He stammered.
5 looked back at him. "Yea?"
6 looked down. "C-c-can you come back tomorrow? I don't ever see you." 6 started grasping at his key, a nervous habit he had gained over the years.
5 smiled. "Of course."