Small fingers ran across cream and butterscotch colored bristles of stiff fur, which were normally soft. Gently, those fingers caressed and soothed the rabbit who had that fur, as to comfort her. Some of those very bristles of that same fur were almost charred and or cut short at some parts, while the butterscoth parts surrounding the rabbit’s brown eyes being left untouched. Her breathing was currently peaceful, despite what she had just been through.
“Chris?” Cream asked.
“Yes?” Chris replied.
Cream lifted her head up and looked up at the copper haired human, “Do you think momma is going to be okay?
Loosing something was a concept Robotnik fully understood on both sides. It was a harsh fact that he never denied its existence or its truth. Loss was a part of the world and something every person would have to face in the end, no matter how much one would make attempts to prolong it.
He didn’t sugar the matter to himself. He knows well what the feeling is like to loose something important… or feeling how it was necessary to take something away from another. Each circumstance surrounding each incident differed, though, resulting in differing emotions. How much it hurt when he learned of the unjust deaths of his grandfather and
All of the patience he had been holding onto with a mental strong grip. Fierce determination one would have difficulty keeping. Constantly going back to the drawing board when failure occurred. The hard work. On-going efforts. The drive he kept going when others would quit was something one would admire but also fear.
It was all about to pay off.
“The temperature is stable, and the heart rate and pulse is at the expected point of development.” A medical pawn informed it's creator.
The heavyset man temporarily turned his attention to the robot. “Wonderful! How is the status on the brain development and the rest of the orga
“Now to pop this into the oven!” Bocoe proclaimed proudly to his counterpart, Decoe.
“It's just macaroni and cheese.” commented Decoe.
“It's my recipe I thought up for it!” The shorter, silver colored robot defended himself. “Not the stuff in the box where you just simply throw into a pot.”
The thin, taller gold colored robot still wasn't that impressed. “Mixing together some spices and melted cheese isn't that hard of a task, though. Even I can do it.”
Bocoe narrowed his eyes at Decoe, determined to win the argument. “Well it wasn't only spices and melted cheese. It was al