Blues and Forte often did simple stuff together. Their relationship wasn't really known to many, and really it was less of a relationship and more of hanging out with the one robot who doesn't piss them off. The original plan was to spray paint the side of a building, but upon finding out they ran out of spray paint they decided that they'd find a nice location to watch the sunset and call it a night.
Forte had spent enough time with Blues to know when something was on his mind. He always seemed to look off in the distance and become less and less invested in any conversation. Eventually he reached out and gave the prototype a light push.
"What's up?"
Blues looked over at him.
"We should kiss." Not exactly the answer he was expecting, but instead of arguing he simply shrugged.
"Alright."
It was awkward from beginning to end. Forte moved closer, and Blues turned to face him. As Forte leaned in, their lips connected. It wasn't much of anything but them staying there for a moment. Being this close, he could see the outline of Blues' eyes. They were shut. He guessed that that's what he should do as well. Closing his eyes, it wasn't long before they parted again.
A small smile was on Blues' face. "You suck at kissing."
"Hey! You're the one who wanted to kiss me. Besides, it was clear as day that that was your first kiss."
Was Blues blushing? It was hard to tell with his visor covering half his face. Forte reached out and grabbed Blues' hand. If Blues wanted romance, there was nothing more romantic than holding hands. Probably.
They sat in comfortable silence until the stars came out.