Am I the only one that honestly wondered if Virtupets' lineup was going to be changed for 2012? And considering my headcanon that Virtupets' robots are scrapped if they're no longer needed in the position they were built for, I was a little worried for Striker and Goltron's sakes. lol getting attached to neopets characters lalala don't mind me.
Also, lol innuendos. I'm gonna get someone going "wat? eeeew", just going to call that now.
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Sela kisses him, when they find out. It's probably a good thing they're in Sela's quarters, far away from the prying eyes of the public and the press and the rest of the team.
Striker doesn't have much in the way of expressions, and he's not very emotive anyway. It doesn't stop him from sagging into her embrace, all the tension released from his frame in one movement. He makes a noise into Sela's ear, something unidentifiable, a cross between a laugh and a sigh and a sob.
Yeah. It's definitely a good thing they're out of public view.
"See?" she says, clasping her hands behind his neck. "I told you. The fans love ya, Striker, there's no way management was gonna replace you with some shiny new model."
"They replaced the Goalinator," Striker points out, automatically, retreading the discussion-slash-argument they've had a hundred times over.
She grins a little, and decides to go along with it. Maybe he doesn't have emotions in quite the same way as organics do, but there is no mistaking the adrenaline rush of relief written all over him. A little bit of teasing will do him good. "Yeah, but that was years ago. Slag, half of the management's changed by now. Besides," she adds, smile widening, "Keetra would throw a slagging fit if they made her deal with another robot like Goltron. At least you're quiet and stay out of the way."
"Only because you - distract this unit," Striker replies, and there is just a hint of mischeviousness in his tone.
"Yeah, and I think I'm gettin' pretty good at it, too," Sela shoots back, and sticks her tongue out just enough that it touches Striker's nose.
"This unit does not need distraction now, Sela," he replies, in that special way that always makes her imagine he'd be smiling if he had a mouth. "Though this unit believes a distraction at this time would fall under 'celebratory'..."
His hand moves down just a little lower, coming to rest on her hip. Sela grins. "Slag, I taught you well, didn't I? I bet I coulda gotten away with claiming you as my 'personal assistant' if they did want to scrap you."
"This unit would not mind being your 'personal assistant'."
"Oh yeah? How about you put your money where your mouth is?"
"Acknowledged," he says, and he might as well be grinning from ear to ear. His hand starts to wander down again...
Oh yes. Definitely a good thing they have lots of privacy.