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Rotor and Gerald: In Style

"Gerald...this is ridiculous."

A portly, lavender walrus with slicked back head fur glared at his reflection in the full-body mirror. He was dressed in a white, Elvis-style jacket that exposed part of his peach blubber chest, matching ankle-length cotton pants, black platform shoes, and (the piece of resistance) a golden necklace.

Rotor felt like he'd just stepped out of the 70s; he sure looked the part.

Standing right next to the flustered walrus was none other than Gerald Johansson, the most happening brother in Hillwood...and the reason for Rotor being in that suit. He winked in a suave manner and flicked a finger to his older companion. "Rote, my man, it's fly!"

"It's embarrassing!" Rotor retorted.

"It's hip!" Gerald returned.

"It's pointless!"

"It attracts the ladies!"

Rotor rolled his eyes and sighed at the boy's persistence. How did they even get into this silly situation in the first place? "Well, I don't see what lady in her right mind is going to—"

"Um, excuse me Rotor...?"

The familiar voice brought the attention of both of the boys to the open door, where a certain computerized lynx—brown-furred with black markings on her hands, feet, and ears, and clad in a flowing, purple gown—stood in the doorway, her usually tranquil face now wide-eyed, her mouth, now agape. Rotor blushed once he realized the reason behind his lady friend's shock.

"Um...N-Nicole...," the rotund engineer stuttered and stuck a mortified smile onto his face as he pulled on the collar of his outfit. Was the temperature in here rising, by the way? "Um, what brings you here? Heh, heh..."

What brings you here? Rotor couldn't believe he'd just said that! 'Oy, dismantling Eggman's machines is easier than this!'

Nicole, in a moment of shyness, cleared her throat, crossed her hands in front of herself, and, in as level of a voice as she could, answered, "I...was going to notify you of the progress of the boardinghouse security system. So far, it has been displaying delectable—"

She shook her head at the slip-up and pretended not to notice Rotor's darkening blush. "I mean, that is to say, favorable loo—signs!"

Her spastic behavior earned her a strange stare from Rotor and Gerald, who shared a look somewhere in between confusion and disbelief. Rubbing the back of his hefty neck, Rotor hesitantly stepped towards the sentient program. 'There's no way she's attracted to how I look...right?'

"Uh Nicole...is something wrong?"

"No!" Noticing how the boys jumped at her outburst, Nicole quickly checked her own self before replying again. She also threw in a nervous chuckle for good measure. "I mean...no, your...appearance merely surprised me, is all. No need to worry..."

With that assurance, Nicole disappeared in a rushed flurry of neon-green binary code, her head— and, ergo, her forced smile—the last feature to vanish. The two males merely stared for a few moments at the spot where she had just stood...until Rotor slowly turned his head to Gerald, who merely rubbed the back of his own neck next.

"Well...," Gerald dared an awkward grin, "you never did say what kind of lady."

Yes, I just shot for the RotorxNicole pairing. Got a problem with that?