I don't own this game. Just lots of fanart of it varying in stages of… oldness.
Stuck
Pico: WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS!
Asuka: I was inspired!
Pico: Inspired to EMBARRASS ME TO NO END!
Asuka: Yes. No. Maybe. Uh… IDK… MOKKA! Help me!
Mokka: She was inspired to embarrass you to no end, Pico.
Asuka: That is not helpful…
Pico was once again in a sticky situation. And this was not the kind of 'Chai decided to raise honey bees in his dorm room' sticky. Although, that had been a rather sticky situation and Pico ended up with honey all over him. His hair stuck together for days, it was just bad. In so many ways. Anyway, Pico's current situation was so bad that he felt like he'd been sucked inside the dark hole of one of Kale's fangirls' brains. Why did Kale have fangirls, anyways? The guy was evil!
To deviate from the topic of why evil guys tend to get all the fans…
Pico happened to currently be stuck underneath Mokka. And Mokka happened to be turned off, which meant that no matter how long Pico spent lifting weights, he did not have the strength to get out from under that robot. He wasn't sure exactly how he got squished under a 500-pound robot in the first place, because all he did was walk into the room and slam the door and… oh. The door slamming must have made Mokka fall on him. But now the two of them were sprawled across each other, Pico lying on his stomach with Mokka splayed just over the center of his back.
Pico also happened to be looking straight at a pair of blue boots with frills on them. And if he looked up, he would have seen Sorbet looking very confused an angry as she demanded to know how exactly Pico knocked Mokka over and did he know he could have knocked one of Mokka's sensors loose? Pico did not care about sensors; he cared more about the fact that his spine was going to be permanently damaged. "Sorbet! Help me!" he said, finally managing to speak after having the wind knocked out of him.
Really, his lungs were a little squished at the moment.
Sorbet laughed, kneeling down so that she was eye level with the trapped redhead. "I don't think I will…" she trailed off, deep in thought. "Although, if you did something for me, I might get him off of you.
"Anything!" Pico shouted. "Just get this tin can off me!"
"Alright, fine, but this means you're doing your own homework tonight," Sorbet replied, and Pico groaned.
"Whatever…"
The water magician reached over Pico to press a switch, turning Mokka on. The robot instantly sat up, looking around the room. He was a little confused as to how he got on the ground, having turned off while he was standing up. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Pico said, leaping forward and hugging Sorbet. "I thought I was gonna die! Or suffocate! Wait, that would be dying…"
While Pico tried to figure out the difference between suffocation and death, Sorbet disentangled herself from his arms. "Now, what did you learn from all of this?"
Pico concentrated for a moment, his nose wrinkling as he thought. "Uh… Mokka needs to turn himself off while he's sitting down?"
Sorbet rolled her eyes. "How about 'don't slam doors'?" she asked. Pico grinned sheepishly.
"That works…"
Sorbet kissed him lightly on the nose and then stood, brushed off her skirt, and left the room as Pico's face turned a brilliant shade of red. "C'mon, Mokka, he's going to be dazed for a while," she said, and Pico fell backwards onto the floor, astonished but very happy. Mokka followed Sorbet out of the room, saying something about 'these humans and their complicated emotions'.
Asuka: So there you have it! I imagine that Pico has a really adorable face when he's thinking… except no one gets to see it that often because he doesn't think.
Pico: HEY! I do!
Asuka: Why do I highly doubt this?