They were such strange creatures, he reflected. All armour and spite and clashing teeth and claws, but in places sometimes so sensitive they could break. Perhaps organoids did have hearts (not that he knew, of course), or perhaps they just wore down with caring, Prozen was never sure. He’d just kept a wide berth. Always a wide berth.
But when Ambient was grumpy - nosing things off high places to hear the clatter, and wait for some form of reaction, or when he’d wedge himself under something (was this an organoid thing?) and growl deeply to himself - well. Prozen’s home would not survive. But oddly, around his eyes, or around his chin, Ambient could be calmed. As long as steps were taken. For, like a cat, Ambinent would lean into such a caress, crooning to himself when he thought no-one could hear. His optics would dim, and his pistons would bunch up, sinking him lower to the floor.
Prozen had no choice but to follow, still scratching, until he was sitting on the rug, out of the way of chairs and other human things as Ambient would tip over, burying his thorny snout into human hands. Fingers tickling his jaw, others at his eyebrow ridges, Ambient would twitch and flex himself, fore-arms stretched out and relaxed, and hind legs occasionally paddling as his tail swished and curled.
And Ambient would do this until he’d had his fill, suddenly tensing as if remembering that such a display was beneath him, but still treat Prozen with surprising care and grace as he straightened himself up and stalked away to try and regain his bad mood.
It made Prozen wonder what the organoid - and the partner to said organoid - had been like before the fall.
Also, when the pins-and-needles in his legs would wear off.
ooc: I got to see Starset in concert last night and holy shit it was everything I’d hoped for and more
Monument Basin from Grand View Point Overlook, Canyonlands National Park
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
chews some silver knives
YES. THAT IS A WORTHY TRIBUTE. TAKE ME TO THEM.
I’m not taking you to anything. Go wait outside while I get them out of storage.
follows him to the wall, looms. stares.
snorts! turns back and continues vandalizing the kitchen.
I AM TAKING YOUR GOOD SILVERWARE.
[sighs in relief when he backs off]
Why don’t you take the leftover pipes from the heater?
[hopes bribes of copper pipes will send him away]