Hangover

Ratchet walked slowly into the front room of the large apartment that he and Clank had bought only months before in Metropolis, wrapped snuggly in a large blanket he made his way to the couch before flopping dramatically down, the motion enough to make his headache bounce around his head.

The evening sun's rays shone through the large window that peered out into the city below onto the back of ratchets head and ears making him feel only slightly better as he closed his eyes, the sleep making his eyelids nearly stick together. A loud yawn escaped his frame making him stretch. Dozing off once more he was suddenly snapped from his near slumber by Clank giggling to himself as he took in the sight of the incredibly smashed Lombax.

Ratchet glared at Clank half-heartedly before rolling over on the couch, he was still skinny despite Clanks rigorous dietary routine he had forced on Ratchet ever since he took note of how poor his diet was for a Lombax.

"I believe you are experiencing the negative effects an organic sustains after an increased consumption of alcohol" Clank giggled again dodging a pillow that had been thrown at him.

Ratchet made a noise at his friend that sat half between a grunt and a scoff as he shifted his weight.

"According to my knowledge of known hangover remedies include pizza."

With this statement Ratchets left ear flickered in the ear and his tail began swishing back and forth as he rolled over to face Clank being face to face with the bot.

"Galactic Crunch Crust?" the Lombax asked excitedly, eyes going wide.

Clank was about to protest to his friends request of possibly the most unhealthy food product widely available before he stopped himself, it was the day after Ratchets 18th birthday, he was allowed to be unhealthy for a bit.

He took notice of the lipstick and light scratches that littered Ratchets neck and chest as he stood up and practically ran to his bedroom to get properly dressed, thirty seconds later he was greeted with the sound of glass breaking and a female's voice yelling in a language that Clank identified as native Cazar.

relaxation

Ratchet watched his prey intently through the tall grass, his tail swished idly as he slowly made his way forward never breaking his eyes off of the unsuspecting target. The mid-day sun on Pokitaru blasting down on his golden fur making him sweat idly, as a twig snapped under his footing he stopped as still as a statue. His tail as straight as an arrow and his ears sat straight up.

Feeling that the coast was clear he sprang forward mud ball in hand, leaping out of the last bit of grass he threw his projectile with perfect accuracy not unusual for someone who had been throwing balls of superheated plasma at enemies for the past 2 years.

Clank let out a yelp as the ball of mud made contact with him as he lay sunbathing on the chair situated on the beach.

Ratchet laughing at his friend did not expect a mud ball of similar size to hit him straight in the stomach with the force of a punch, wheezing he fell on his ass catching sight of Clank laughing his trademark laugh.

"You got me pretty good there pal I'll admit" Ratchet said standing up, a look of genuine happiness on his face.

"You'll face the wrath of secret agent Clank for interrupting his tan."

"We'll see about that."

Throwing another mud ball Clank missed entirely, ratchet scooped him up and ran to the shoreline throwing him into the ocean with a resounding splash.

Laughing again ratchet rested his hands on his knees failing to take notice of the water cannon where clanks arm should've been.

Looking up he let out a shriek reminiscent of a 6 year old girl as he was drenched in water.

Lost

The three moons of the planet cast their glow down into Aphelion as Ratchet lay on his back in the pilot seat that he had turned into a temporary bed.

It had been days since he slept properly, his body language reflecting this.

"Get some sleep Ratchet I'll keep watch tonight."

Not being able to comfort the Lombax hurt the ships intelligent AI.

"Thanks Aphelion" the exhaustion seeping in his voice.

"Sleep well Kit."

Curling himself into a tight ball he allowed his thoughts to wander to Clank, another lead to find him turning up empty.

It had been a year and a half since he was taken from him.

He was lost without his best friend, he hadn't felt this lonely since he was stuck on Veldin by himself repairing ships for aging Veldinites.

In fact he felt lonelier now that he was missing his friend, at least on Veldin he was used to the lack of companionship.

He allowed quiet tears to fall down his face as he slowly drifted into the first decent sleep in a long time, the gentle hum of the ship comforting him.

Purring.

Usually late at night Clank would find himself sitting alone on the couch after an intense session of playing whatever new Holo game had come out recently with Ratchet, the Lombax more often than not half asleep before throwing his controller on the coffee table and saying good night.

This was one such night, the bags of chips and crushed energy drinks littering the table, he had been adamant on getting a vacuum cleaner to get rid of the crumbs that littered the couch but every single vacuum had ended up getting tinkered with into some strange weapon or rocket propelled pogo stick which annoyed Clank to no end, his friend a tinkerer at heart couldn't help himself.

Sighing Clank picked up the rubbish and emptied it into the bin, jumping slightly as a mechanical voice greeted him as the lid opened.

"Bin is hungry for trash."

Leave it to Ratchet to turn the bin into a psychotic ever hungry beast.

After wrestling to put the trash into the teeth riddled maw of the beast Clank glanced towards Ratchets room noting his friend stir in his sleep.

He was having a nightmare.

Approaching him Clank went to put his hand out to wake his friend before having another idea entirely, remembering that Lombaxes are often comforted through physical touch.

Placing his hand on the spot where his ear met his head he began scratching.

Ratchet went still and his ears stood up before he began leaning into the touch relaxing, Clank took note of the audible purring Ratchet made in his sleep, recording it for future banter if need be.

Smiling he pulled his hand away as he went into sleep mode on the dresser in the corner of the room.

The sound of Ratchet purring slowly giving way to snoring.