William sat down in the waiting room for Everett's office, wringing his hands nervously and swatting at any cog that even looked like they might try to converse with him. Small talk about life and the weather made the already anxious Sellbot even more uncomfortable. Ever since they'd been redesigned to look slightly more like the normal cogs, he'd found Everett very, very attractive. That wasn't to say he always had, his desire had just become stronger.
His head quite literally spun. It tended to do that when he was more nervous than usual. He'd visited a Spin Doctor the other day, who told him he'd just need to rest a little and start mixing a mood stabilizer in with his morning glass of oil.
It wasn't entirely that, though. Part of it was his unconfessed, and therefore bottled up and festering feelings he had towards the Chief Justice. He bit his lip, his gears turning at speeds that would make high-speed Internet look slow.
His processors were scrambled, and he just could not stop thinking about the CJ pulling him close and kissing him, ever so tenderly, on his lips.
In reality, he knew the CJ was too busy for that. Well, he thought that. "He won't have time for me." He mumbled, sighing softly. He felt guilty for wasting the other's time, so he just left dejectedly, staring up at the statue of his love that loomed over the cherry and marble lobby of Lawbot Headquarters.
For the first time, he felt oil tears welling in his eyes. He blinked them away quickly and left in even more of a hurry than he had been in before.
When he returned to his own domain, he retained a grumpy masquerade all the way up to his office. There at the launchpad, he sat on the very edge and considered falling. A new VP would just replace him, without all the… Feelings. But, he had been told if he failed, he'd be punished severely. These new bodies were even more expensive to manufacture. Surely Everett would keep that from happening.
No, he wouldn't, thought William, justice is blind, after all.