One stared at the little poof on his head, feeling the familiar embarrassment. He turned away from the mirror then jumped at a knock on the frame of his doorway. Nine stood there.
"You shouldn't be embarrassed about it. I like it."
One shrugged. "I can't help it. Two laughed at me when he first saw it."
"Don't take it so personally. You know Two. He didn't mean it harshly."
Nine watched as One peeked at his form in the mirror again. "Is it really not that bad?"
The youngest Stitchpunk snickered then walked over and swiped his hand across it. "It's definitely fun!"
"Oh, stop it, Nine," One muttered.
"Make me."
One shoved him playfully, and Nine pushed him back. They laughed for a moment before becoming serious again.
"I think…Would you go get Two?"
Nine nodded then turned and left. One sat down on the bed. Two was the most difficult to talk to sometimes, beating Seven out. Maybe it was because One cared more for the second born's opinion than anybody else's.
"You wanted to see me, One?" Two asked after knocking on the frame.
"Do you think I look silly?" One demanded, resolving to just get it over with.
"I think you look handsome," Two replied. "Why?"
One shyly ran his hand over the poof of fabric. "It's just…You laughed when we met. Said it was funny."
"Yes, but not in a bad way," Two argued. "I like it. It sets you apart."
"You're sure?"
"Yes, One. I'm sure."
One blew out a breath. "I think I'll still wear the hat. But…maybe sometimes I won't."
Two nodded encouragingly. "Oh, and Six and Nine want to see you. Nine had an interesting vision."
"So that's why he came in here."
One stood and left with his second after decided to forgo his hat for once, nudging him lightly. Two smirked at him then tugged lightly on the poof. One rapped on the back of Two's head, the metal plate causing a nice ringing noise.
"It echoes a bit. I guess you have nothing in there."
They laughed at that as they headed for Six's room.