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This was not how you thought you would spend your Friday. That was for sure. To be completely honest, you couldn't complain. You can't complain much either way, the boy wouldn't hear him.
You stared at the paper in your hands, intensely reading the words on the instruction manual. You read over the same words over and over again, thinking your eyes were deceiving you at the useless information splayed on the paper. You took one more check to make sure it was pointless before throwing your arms down in defeat. You couldn't believe it. There was no mode switch, or a power limit, or even an off button?? You stared straight in front of you, eyes dead locked onto the figure. You could feel your eye twitch in confusion, anger, and some other emotion you couldn't pin down. You were at a loss of words for the situation.
A few days ago, you happened to buy something off of Ebay from a so called "trusted seller". It was one of those Vocaloid things you saw ads for at night, late into the night when kids wouldn't be watching. Though the product was advertised along with other lewd things at that time of night, you couldn't understand why. It looked pretty suitable for all audiences. The product was sold to him for a specific price of $23 and the seller said something about that being the price of a rotisserie chicken he had. The whole item and price itself was weird, so the comment was brushed off by by you quickly. You decided to buy the item, curious if it was even real. If it wasn't, $23 was barely anything to lose. If it was, you got what you wanted. There wasn't any losing in this situation, aside for the things in his fridge. Speaking of your fridge, your new item was currently rummaging through it for something, it's lower half sticking out comically.
"Mnnn- Mister you? Do you have more of those yummy white thingsss? There's none here." The new robot, 'Kaito', complained from inside your fridge. All you could do was stare dumfounded at your purchase who was now shoving himself deep into the fridge. His tail flicked back and forth, the mechanical screen on it blinking in concentration. Some contents fell out of the fridge with thuds, some glass containers falling just light enough not to break while plastic containers rolled across the ground. Kaito groaned in annoyance.
You ran up to him, dropping the instruction manual to pick up the mess the robot had made. While picking up some of the containers, some continued to fall. "Be careful and don't do that! Kaito!"You nagged him, making Kaito peek his head out from the cool air and behind the door. His electronic ears twitched, lights flickering as they aimed downwards.
"Sorryyy. I'm hungry though, do you have anything to eat? I'm hungryyy." He repeated that part twice unknowingly, focused on the fact that he was oh-so hungry.
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