Finding Clear had been as much as a surprise as Ren, and ignoring him had been just as much of an option. Not because Mink considered him a loose end, but because he was in the way. The robot smelled of nothing. Not bolts or gears or oil. No synthetic scent. Just emptiness. Mink was sure he had a fragrance before, something light and clean.

Hey ahmerst, think the Harley would gain sentience without Tori if Clear gets reused as spare parts? And come to think of it, this is the third different way I’ve had Clear die. How many can you come up with?


[ I had wanted to celebrate Clear’s birthday no matter what, so I had suggested, “How about we make the day you and your grandpa met for first the time, your birthday?”.
And of course, Clear had remembered the date of that day without fail.
That date was today.
20th February. ] x

Happy birthday, Clear!♡