@R0BOTDOM He grabbed a bucket of soap and water with a rag in it; he dipped the rag in the suddy water, gave it a squeeze, and began to slide it across her face, for starters. He saw some stains on her face. He saw her face glisten, he couldn't help but point and smile in amusement.
He damn near stumbled, while he swung that door open. He was in a great hurry to see what was it, maybe it was the dragons he saw. Maybe it was a beast terrorizing the Surface again. He's up and ready for action.
There was a thunderous roar in the distance. Startled, Quote keeled over from his hammock, slamming himself on the floor. Thud! He landed on his rear, but he couldn't help but rub his bottom with his palm, soothing his injury; he scrambled to the door.
The sun began to rise beyond the horizon, along with the distant call of a rooster's iconic "cock-a-doodle-doo." His face winced, even had a look of annoyance, a rooster clucking and the sun beaming against his white armor was both a nuisance. 5 more minutes, right, Quote??
Quote hopped into his hammock, then lowered his hat onto his face, both hands against his chest. Time to snooze. He'll be in for more adventures in the morning.
@OrdersYouFollow Wondering if she does this technique to male robots. Otherwise he just glared at the human, shaking his head, "tsk, tsk, tsk."
Better a human than Quote, that'd be a fate worse than death.
There were at least 3 dragons Quote encountered that roamed around the Surface post-Ballos defeat. Dragons of unfamiliar territories, but he welcomed them to his humble abode. They remained there since.
Placing his hand on her shoulder, shaking his head no. She should be proud of him for standing up to human tyranny though! He kicked over a dead man's cadaver as his corpse rolled over to her feet.
Nope, no this was real, not a dream. He collapsed to the ground, holding his gut, eyes clenched tight. Now's her chance to show him the moon up close and personal. Or to put it simply, SIT on him.
Despite not having blood, his face shot red like a rose. Perish the thought, Quote, you're dreaming! She doesn't wanna sit on his face, surely... assuring himself this wasn't a dream, he punched himself in the gut. He winced as he felt his iron fist impacted his gut.
Slamming his fist against his open palm, a determined look on his face. He's gonna go get that mushroom and regain his vocal communication. Curly would be proud, wherever she is. He still had the Iron Bond, hoping the blonde and him reunite someday. She was his ride-or-die.