A/N: Hello all, and welcome! Katie of Grey Innocence here to welcome you all to our Insanity challenge. Over the next couple years (yes, YEARS), we're going to be working on this, a 200-prompt challenge that will be posted over a series of stories centering around one pairing each. This one, obviously, will be Milk Pair, and each one will have a theme associated with it. Milk Pair's theme is SciFi. There will be ten drabbles for each pairing.
We will be updating Mondays and Thursdays. Mondays will be my drabbles, and Thursdays will be Scarlet's. Enjoy!
Insanity: Milk Pair
One: "Robot Doubles"
Ryoma clears his throat.
"Oh, Echizen," Inui says, grinning. "Excellent. I was just going to come find you."
"Is this why you brought home all that scrap metal last week?" Ryoma asks. He looks uncertainly at the four vaguely human shaped hunks of metal somehow moving about on his and Inui's home tennis court, holding rackets in their hands and slamming a ball back and forth.
"What exactly," Ryoma says, then stops. "On second thought, I don't think I want to know."
"No, no, listen. They're robots."
"I can see that."
"Listen. They're robots that are programmed to act how we would act in a doubles match. The two on the left—" Inui points— "are us."
Ryoma squints. He thinks he can tell which is which. Inui's is, after all, rather gratuitously taller than his own, and he thinks that protrusion from his forehead must be his hat. Inui's looks like someone put building blocks over its eyes. The glasses, then.
"And the other two?"
"You can't tell?" Inui says, frowning.
Ryoma squints again. He thinks maybe the one near the front is supposed to have hair that flips out. "Oishi-senpai and Eiji-senpai."
"Yes! So you see," Inui says excitedly, "it's a simulated tennis match. It provides me with data without having to actually play them. This way more of our training time can be spent on tactics that will work against the Golden Pair, and we'll be able to use those tactics without ruining the element of surprise."
"There are so many things wrong with your logic I can't even begin to explain them to you, so I'm not going to." Ryoma tugs his cap down over his eyes. "I'm going to call Momo-senpai and hope he's being more sane than you today."
"Sixteen percent chance," Inui says.