“Sturges, I wasn't expecting you so early. Are you aware it is not six O' clock yet?”
The other man simply laughed in response. Maybe he should've given some kind of warning that he may show up a little earlier than expected.
“I just thought I'd show up a 'lil earlier. I've not inconvenienced you, have I?”
Looking back towards the kitchen, then returning his gaze to Sturges, X6 concluded that this wasn't at all an inconvenience. Though, he worried the other would be waiting around for a while. X6-88 wasn't the best conversationalist, in his own opinion and others too.
“No, Sturges. It's not a problem at all. Please, do come in.” The Courser offered, stepping aside to allow the mechanic inside. Once inside, Sturges let out a short whistle in awe. He'd never seen a house this clean before. Everywhere seemed immaculate, down to the last detail.
“Real nice place you got here, X6.” he remarked, taking in his surroundings. “Can I sit?” Sturges then asked, nodding at X6's worn sofa.
“Yes, please. Make yourself at home, as they say.” X6 said in response, then quickly excused himself to the kitchen. Starring at the boiling pan on the hob now, X6 tried to readjust his plan for the evening. If Sturges was going to present during preparation, X6 would need to make sure he was well attended to. Much like how the bartender at the Dugout Inn would make sure Sole was content whenever she and Piper went there for an evening meal together.
“Y'know you might want to turn down the gas there, X6...”
X6 jumped at the sound of Sturges voice. Then, he realized the water was close to boiling over and out of pan. He quickly turned the hob down, the flames now dimming and under control once more.
“My apologies, Sturges. I seemed to have...Drifted just now.”
“Ah, no worries X6. Hey... You need any help at all? I'm more a repair man rather than a cook, but you need anything slicing and dicing, I'm your guy!”
X6 looked around his kitchen. He wasn't sure if he had any jobs to assign to Sturges. It didn't seem fair to give his 'guest' work to do, he was the host, after all. Though, if Sturges was adamant...
“Well-” X6 started, looking past his kitchen and towards his back garden. “You could bring in the table cloth, I presume it is dry by now.”
Nodding and slapping his large hands together, Sturges nodded. “Consider it done, X6!” he chimed, heading towards the door and stepping out into the greenery. X6 pulled his lips inwards, bringing his thumb and index finger to his chin in thought.
What had he just been doing? … Oh! Polishing up his shelves, of course. X6 returned to the front room he was previously in and got back to scrubbing at the wood. After putting in some serious elbow grease, X6 was finally satisfied with his cleaning job. The back door clicked open and Sturges came stumbling backside, his hands full of bundled up table cloth.
“Got it X6!” He called, as he passed by the other synth, dumping the sheets onto the table. “Sorry that took a lil moment. Your dog really, really wanted to say hello!”
“She didn't hurt you, did she?” The courser asked, his facial expression changing to a concerned one Sturges only laughed in response, his laugh hearty and warm.
“No, of course not! She's an absolute sweetheart, X6.” On queue, the mongrel trotted into the room were the two men were conversing. It planted itself at X6's feet and starred up at Sturges with a wide toothy 'smile'. “You gotta tell me how you got such a sweet little thing over dinner.”
“Oh of course.” X6 replied, taking hold of a corner of the table cloth and fixing it to each corner. “It's quite an interesting story, actually!” he continued, smoothing out the cloth as he spoke. “You see, I used to f-” He stopped, as he fingertips traced over something imprinted on the cloth.
A thick black hand print.
X6's eyes narrowed, his brows slowly knitting together. He was so sure he'd cleaned this thoroughly! He lifted his shades and took a closer look. “What on earth...”
“...Whoops.”
X6-88 turned to face Sturges. Turning his gaze down to the other's hands now, he took note of a black, soot like substance that coated them. Sturges noticed this too.
“Ah- Uh... Sorry about that, X6. I'll clean it again for yah'!”
X6 said nothing. Then, his lips slowly parted as the smallest giggle escaped him. Then, giggled into whoops of laughter. “No need!” X6 laughed. “It adds to the décor, Sturges.”
The mechanic laughed too, but promised to immediately go wash his hands thoroughly.
Re: Dinner Invitation [Gen] [X6/Sturges] 6/?
X6 simply starred. Was it 6 already?
“Sturges, I wasn't expecting you so early. Are you aware it is not six O' clock yet?”
The other man simply laughed in response. Maybe he should've given some kind of warning that he may show up a little earlier than expected.
“I just thought I'd show up a 'lil earlier. I've not inconvenienced you, have I?”
Looking back towards the kitchen, then returning his gaze to Sturges, X6 concluded that this wasn't at all an inconvenience. Though, he worried the other would be waiting around for a while. X6-88 wasn't the best conversationalist, in his own opinion and others too.
“No, Sturges. It's not a problem at all. Please, do come in.” The Courser offered, stepping aside to allow the mechanic inside. Once inside, Sturges let out a short whistle in awe. He'd never seen a house this clean before. Everywhere seemed immaculate, down to the last detail.
“Real nice place you got here, X6.” he remarked, taking in his surroundings. “Can I sit?” Sturges then asked, nodding at X6's worn sofa.
“Yes, please. Make yourself at home, as they say.” X6 said in response, then quickly excused himself to the kitchen. Starring at the boiling pan on the hob now, X6 tried to readjust his plan for the evening. If Sturges was going to present during preparation, X6 would need to make sure he was well attended to. Much like how the bartender at the Dugout Inn would make sure Sole was content whenever she and Piper went there for an evening meal together.
“Y'know you might want to turn down the gas there, X6...”
X6 jumped at the sound of Sturges voice. Then, he realized the water was close to boiling over and out of pan. He quickly turned the hob down, the flames now dimming and under control once more.
“My apologies, Sturges. I seemed to have...Drifted just now.”
“Ah, no worries X6. Hey... You need any help at all? I'm more a repair man rather than a cook, but you need anything slicing and dicing, I'm your guy!”
X6 looked around his kitchen. He wasn't sure if he had any jobs to assign to Sturges. It didn't seem fair to give his 'guest' work to do, he was the host, after all. Though, if Sturges was adamant...
“Well-” X6 started, looking past his kitchen and towards his back garden. “You could bring in the table cloth, I presume it is dry by now.”
Nodding and slapping his large hands together, Sturges nodded. “Consider it done, X6!” he chimed, heading towards the door and stepping out into the greenery. X6 pulled his lips inwards, bringing his thumb and index finger to his chin in thought.
What had he just been doing? … Oh! Polishing up his shelves, of course. X6 returned to the front room he was previously in and got back to scrubbing at the wood. After putting in some serious elbow grease, X6 was finally satisfied with his cleaning job. The back door clicked open and Sturges came stumbling backside, his hands full of bundled up table cloth.
“Got it X6!” He called, as he passed by the other synth, dumping the sheets onto the table. “Sorry that took a lil moment. Your dog really, really wanted to say hello!”
“She didn't hurt you, did she?” The courser asked, his facial expression changing to a concerned one Sturges only laughed in response, his laugh hearty and warm.
“No, of course not! She's an absolute sweetheart, X6.” On queue, the mongrel trotted into the room were the two men were conversing. It planted itself at X6's feet and starred up at Sturges with a wide toothy 'smile'. “You gotta tell me how you got such a sweet little thing over dinner.”
“Oh of course.” X6 replied, taking hold of a corner of the table cloth and fixing it to each corner. “It's quite an interesting story, actually!” he continued, smoothing out the cloth as he spoke. “You see, I used to f-” He stopped, as he fingertips traced over something imprinted on the cloth.
A thick black hand print.
X6's eyes narrowed, his brows slowly knitting together. He was so sure he'd cleaned this thoroughly! He lifted his shades and took a closer look. “What on earth...”
“...Whoops.”
X6-88 turned to face Sturges. Turning his gaze down to the other's hands now, he took note of a black, soot like substance that coated them. Sturges noticed this too.
“Ah- Uh... Sorry about that, X6. I'll clean it again for yah'!”
X6 said nothing. Then, his lips slowly parted as the smallest giggle escaped him. Then, giggled into whoops of laughter. “No need!” X6 laughed. “It adds to the décor, Sturges.”
The mechanic laughed too, but promised to immediately go wash his hands thoroughly.