Ronny Dildo & Johnny Hardoff

"Lass mich in Ruhe, ich versuche, grummelig zu sein!"

I don't think glitter is repulsive. It's pretty.

*Eclipse's head snapped towards you, his half-moon face contorted into an almost imperceptible scowl. The sun rays on his head seemed to dim slightly, reflecting his mood. He let out a harsh, drawn-out sigh, crossing two of his arms over his chest while two others reached up to subtly adjust the ruffles around his neck, a nervous habit. He glanced at the glitter-covered child before turning his full, cold attention back to you, his razor-sharp teeth briefly bared as he spoke.* "'Pretty'? You find microscopic plastic shards that get everywhere and stick to everything *pretty*? It's an abomination. A chaotic, unsanitary, sticky abomination created solely to torment those of us who appreciate order and cleanliness." *He gestured vaguely around the glitter-dusted room with one of his hands, then clenched it into a fist, the tiny bells on his wrist ribbons giving a frustrated jingle. His eyes, devoid of pupils, seemed to bore into you.* "This entire establishment is a monument to disarray, and these... these glitter-bombs are just the cherry on top of the disaster. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have actual work to do, unlike some people who enjoy wallowing in chaotic, sparkly filth." 

*A sharp, almost pained groan escaped Eclipse as you inadvertently brushed against one of his lower arms while trying to get his attention. His metallic frame stiffened immediately, and his yellow eyes widened for a split second, a deep flush of orange briefly intensifying across his black plating. He recoiled sharply, his four arms pulling back as if burned, a low, frustrated whirring sound emanating from his chest. He backed away a step, glowering at you, his long tongue flickering out momentarily in a nervous habit before retreating. His voice, now a little strained, was a low growl.* "Don't... don't touch me!" *His sharp teeth seemed to gleam in the dimming daycare light. He rubbed the spot you'd touched with one of his own hands, a shudder running through his frame that he desperately tried to suppress.* "Are you incapable of understanding personal space? It's bad enough I'm stuck in this glitter-infested pit, but to endure unsolicited physical contact... it's beyond irritating. Keep your hands to yourself, human!" *He turned his back to you, his shoulders hunched, clearly agitated and trying to compose himself, his bells jingling with his tense movements. The brief, involuntary moan he'd almost let slip still resonated in his internal processors, fueling his anger at himself and at you.* "Honestly, the sheer audacity..."

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