Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank or any of its characters. No, this story never died. I just had a different interest for a while, and I'll still be writing Ratchet and Clank in-between my Miraculous writing. ...I missed these bois...
Raindrops
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"Hey Clank, could you toss me the blue colored pencil?"
The little robot lifted his head from his coloring book, the forest green pencil trapped tightly between his fingers. His legs shifted on the chair near the dining table. He looked to the box, then to his drawing. "Do you happen to hold a preference for which shade of blue you would be interested in?"
Soft pitter-patters filled the apartment as the rain outside dipped in its torrent while yellow ears bobbed in Clank's peripheral vision.
"Um…" Silence followed as the Lombax stared at what he was working on, his finger softly rubbing under his chin. His eyes narrowed, and he ran his thumb over the paper. "I think a lighter blue? Something like Pokitaru waters?"
Clank's optics whirred as he calculated. He tapped his green pencil against his mouthpiece, little clinks echoing with the sounds of the soft rain. As he looked over the half-colored bird, something his databases identified as a peacock, he hummed. "I believe… Yes… If I use a darker shade of blue, I am still adhering to the finer points of color theory while staying true to the creature."
The little robot brightened, then wiggled his fingers as he looked for the lighter blue. One quick grab, and Clank gently tossed the pencil to his right.
"Thanks, pal. Hey, do you think you could also toss me the red?"
"Which shade would you prefer?"
A harsh hiss of air came from the space where Ratchet was sitting, right in the divide between the kitchen and the living room. "Darker red. Something like a cherry. No, wait! Something like a pasta sauce."
"Eheeheehee," Clank giggled, the smile growing on his mouthpiece. "I shall hand you the tomato color you seek. I will not be needing it for this particular piece."
One more toss.
A few moments later, the Lombax piped up again. "Sharpener?"
Without pausing in his coloring, Clank reached over with his other hand and wrapped his fingers around the second sharpener. One more throw-
"Coloring book?" The sound of Ratchet's gloves clapping together sounded throughout the kitchen. "And thank you."
The coloring book flew through the air next.
"And…" Paper, torn from the book's spine, nearly drowned out the noise of the rain. "Could you toss me the microwave?"
Clank knew better than to argue, though he did make a mental note to purchase another microwave as he unhooked it from the wall.
As he stepped over to Ratchet, the small microwave between his arms, the robot chuckled at the massive origami figure of him that Ratchet had built over the past few hours. "Oh Ratchet…"
Ratchet winked as he eased the microwave out of the robot's hands. "What can I say? Coloring felt too limited, so I got to building instead. It helped that I had an awesome robot friend to serve as inspiration."
As he set the microwave on its side, he turned back to Clank and grinned. "Wanna help?"
Clank's grin mirrored Ratchet's as he sat down. "Eheeheehee, of course, Ratchet…"
The ending is shakier than I want it to be, but I haven't written in this format in a long while, so I'll let it count as a warm-up.
So... something I will say is that I actually do have a lot of Ratchet and Clank stuff written and stockpiled for publishing... though I never want to edit them. I'll get around to doing it anyway, partly because I refuse to sit on 15,000 words worth of stuff and have it go nowhere. I'll fix the stories up as best I can (and write a second part for another story) as soon as I can and get them through. My main focus though is uhhhh something that is my highest priority and all my attention at the moment, so we'll see how fast I get the other stories out.
Hope you guys enjoyed this little oneshot, and I'll see you in the next chapter! :D
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