He'd been getting ready to take his mongrel on her daily walk. 2Pm sharp, everyday. X6-88 was a man of habit and strict routine. The courser seemed to have misplaced his pet's lead, vaguely remembering setting it down by the windowsill when the two had come home the previous day. Seeing he was mistaken in his assumption, X6 had gone to search elsewhere, but seeing the Mr. Handy conversing with Sturges had caught his attention.
Due to the various shattered panes in his window, noises from the outside where audible at times. So of course, X6 heard Codsworth's attempts to dodge Sturges wanting to 'hang out', as one of the others would say. Watching Sturges make his way down Sanctuary's worn road, X6 felt his chest hurt. Placing a gloved hand against it, he wasn't sure just what this emotion was.
Guilt? No...No...
Sadness?
X6 looked down from the window, taking his hand away from his chest. He understood now. The feeling, he understood the feeling of rejection. Knowing that others were avoiding you out of fear, even out of pure hatred for what you were... or rather, what you once was in X6-88's case. It hurt him to see someone face rejection the same way he had when he was first brought here by Sole and her girlfriend.
He had to say something.
No.
Do something.
Without thinking, the courser bolted from his home and quickly headed after Sturges.
“Sturges.”
The engineer jumped a little, stopping to face the person addressing him. He was slightly surprised to see the courser, of all people, speaking to him. X6 always seemed the ...lonesome type. Sole always said he enjoyed his own company, Sturges respected that and often left him be.
“Oh hey, X6... You okay, buddy?”
“I am fine, Sturges. I could not help but overhear your exchange with the robot, just now.”
Sturges rubbed the back of his head. Running his hard worked fingers through his brown hair. “Yah heard that huh? Yeah, I'm starting to think that rust bucket doesn't want me around!” he chuckled, slowly removing his hand from his hair.
X6 simply tilted his head in response. Was Sturges only just understanding the avoidance now? Or was this simply another one of those 'jokes', the Common Wealth dwellers were so fond of. Quickly wanting to push the conversation forward, the courser spoke again.
“I want to make a proposal, Sturges.” He started. His fingertips began to gently meet one one another as he spoke, a clear indicator the synth was nervous. “Seeing as Codsworth is unwilling to have you over as a guest, I would like to know if you would accept an invitation to... Come to my home instead.”
He'd done it. He'd actually had the courage to invite someone over to his home! Something inside X6 bubbled within, a feeling of ...giddiness and excitability. True to his nature of being a courser, X6 kept these feelings suppressed, keeping his expression stoic as always. Sturges on the other hand, smiled warmly.
“That sounds great, X6, I'd love to. Have to say, didn't think you were the, you know ...social type!” Sturges replied, in his upbeat way. X6 again, raised a brow at Sturges' remark. Unsure if he should take it as an insult or another playful remark. Regardless, the smaller synth nodded, his fingers neatly interlocking.
“I'm glad you've accepted my invitation, Sturges. We choose to eat at 6pm, 7pm if our walk takes an unscheduled detour.”
Now it was Sturges turn to raise one of his thick brows. 'We'? He wasn't even aware X6 had a housemate. The courser took note of Sturges puzzled look and took a guess that it was the strict routine that was causing some concern.
“My dog and I have a routine. It brings me...comfort, to keep things to a schedule.”
Sturges nodded at the other synth's explanation. Ah, a dog. That made more sense, probably much better company for the courser than any human could be. Inserting his hands into his overall's pockets, Sturges leaned back on the balls of his feet. “Well, 6pm it is! Want me to bring anything?”
“I shall be cooking the food, Sturges. There is no need to bring your own.”
“That's not what I- ...Ah never mind, 6 it is. See you then!” He chimed, turning to leave and head on home. X6 didn't take off so quickly, he waited for Sturges to become nothing more than a dot in the horizon. Happy in his assumption that no one else was around, the courser's lips formed the smallest smile.
Now, he had to get a move on. There was so much to do! Quickly heading back to his home, the smile never left the courser's face.
He was so excited at the possibility of making a new friend! --
// (I completely forgot to put 'part 1' in the first reply. My bad haha}
Re: Dinner Invitation [Gen] [X6/Sturges] 2/?
He'd been getting ready to take his mongrel on her daily walk. 2Pm sharp, everyday. X6-88 was a man of habit and strict routine. The courser seemed to have misplaced his pet's lead, vaguely remembering setting it down by the windowsill when the two had come home the previous day. Seeing he was mistaken in his assumption, X6 had gone to search elsewhere, but seeing the Mr. Handy conversing with Sturges had caught his attention.
Due to the various shattered panes in his window, noises from the outside where audible at times. So of course, X6 heard Codsworth's attempts to dodge Sturges wanting to 'hang out', as one of the others would say. Watching Sturges make his way down Sanctuary's worn road, X6 felt his chest hurt. Placing a gloved hand against it, he wasn't sure just what this emotion was.
Guilt? No...No...
Sadness?
X6 looked down from the window, taking his hand away from his chest. He understood now. The feeling, he understood the feeling of rejection. Knowing that others were avoiding you out of fear, even out of pure hatred for what you were... or rather, what you once was in X6-88's case. It hurt him to see someone face rejection the same way he had when he was first brought here by Sole and her girlfriend.
He had to say something.
No.
Do something.
Without thinking, the courser bolted from his home and quickly headed after Sturges.
“Sturges.”
The engineer jumped a little, stopping to face the person addressing him. He was slightly surprised to see the courser, of all people, speaking to him. X6 always seemed the ...lonesome type. Sole always said he enjoyed his own company, Sturges respected that and often left him be.
“Oh hey, X6... You okay, buddy?”
“I am fine, Sturges. I could not help but overhear your exchange with the robot, just now.”
Sturges rubbed the back of his head. Running his hard worked fingers through his brown hair. “Yah heard that huh? Yeah, I'm starting to think that rust bucket doesn't want me around!” he chuckled, slowly removing his hand from his hair.
X6 simply tilted his head in response. Was Sturges only just understanding the avoidance now? Or was this simply another one of those 'jokes', the Common Wealth dwellers were so fond of. Quickly wanting to push the conversation forward, the courser spoke again.
“I want to make a proposal, Sturges.” He started. His fingertips began to gently meet one one another as he spoke, a clear indicator the synth was nervous. “Seeing as Codsworth is unwilling to have you over as a guest, I would like to know if you would accept an invitation to... Come to my home instead.”
He'd done it. He'd actually had the courage to invite someone over to his home! Something inside X6 bubbled within, a feeling of ...giddiness and excitability. True to his nature of being a courser, X6 kept these feelings suppressed, keeping his expression stoic as always. Sturges on the other hand, smiled warmly.
“That sounds great, X6, I'd love to. Have to say, didn't think you were the, you know ...social type!” Sturges replied, in his upbeat way. X6 again, raised a brow at Sturges' remark. Unsure if he should take it as an insult or another playful remark. Regardless, the smaller synth nodded, his fingers neatly interlocking.
“I'm glad you've accepted my invitation, Sturges. We choose to eat at 6pm, 7pm if our walk takes an unscheduled detour.”
Now it was Sturges turn to raise one of his thick brows. 'We'? He wasn't even aware X6 had a housemate. The courser took note of Sturges puzzled look and took a guess that it was the strict routine that was causing some concern.
“My dog and I have a routine. It brings me...comfort, to keep things to a schedule.”
Sturges nodded at the other synth's explanation. Ah, a dog. That made more sense, probably much better company for the courser than any human could be. Inserting his hands into his overall's pockets, Sturges leaned back on the balls of his feet. “Well, 6pm it is! Want me to bring anything?”
“I shall be cooking the food, Sturges. There is no need to bring your own.”
“That's not what I- ...Ah never mind, 6 it is. See you then!” He chimed, turning to leave and head on home. X6 didn't take off so quickly, he waited for Sturges to become nothing more than a dot in the horizon. Happy in his assumption that no one else was around, the courser's lips formed the smallest smile.
Now, he had to get a move on. There was so much to do! Quickly heading back to his home, the smile never left the courser's face.
He was so excited at the possibility of making a new friend!
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// (I completely forgot to put 'part 1' in the first reply. My bad haha}