Dendy tries to find compliments TKO likes, and ends up getting him flustered.

Since someone managed to guess what my plan was for the next chapter, I decided to move on to the next prompt I wanted to do.

Fun fact: This went through three different rewrites


"You are looking pretty today." Dendy told TKO.

"What?"

"I told you, you look pretty today," Dendy repeated. "Your makeup accents your face well."

TKO didn't know what to say, blushing and looking away. "Wh-what do you want, Science Baby?"

"I am simply running an experiment."

"What kind?"

"I am testing to see whether the compassion that we show KO affects you staying in control if the stimuli is focused on you instead of KO."

"Uh huh…" TKO looked her over. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

"Not really, I have been planning this experiment for a few weeks now and have been able to set it up with what I wish to say and testing my hypothesis."

"Joy." TKO growled.

Dendy thought for a moment. "I like your voice."

TKO once again stopped in his tracks, then looked back to her. He really should be getting home from a boring day of school, and usually Dendy would not be near him when he was in control. This was sudden. But it was a welcome change. "What else do you like about me?" He asked, hiding his embarrassment through smugness.

Dendy hummed in thought. She walked next to TKO and he rolled his eyes. She should have some prepared. Or at the very least be able to gush about how cool he was-

"I like your hair, may I touch it?"

"My hair?" Of all things? "Why would you want to touch it?"

"It looks soft. And usually KO has it up, so the fact that you have it down differentiates yourself greatly from him."

"Uh…" TKO felt his blush creep up.

"Are you feeling alright TKO? You seem to be burning up."

"Hunh!? N-no! I'm fine!" He managed. "I don't mind!" Wait he didn't mean to say that. Cob, he was sounding like KO now. He covered his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek, trying to keep himself from saying anymore.

Dendy tentatively reached and twirled a lock of his hair around her pointer finger. Rubbing it between her pointer finger and thumb, a smile began to grow on her face. She nodded then let go. "Thank you for that."

"Yeah, whatever. Nerd." He muttered, looking down. His neck felt hot.