Meeting of the Machines
It was rare for Blues to care much for his loneliness these days. It was simply the norm, the way his life had been and would continue to be for a long time. But there were times when he wished for even the slightest bit of company, something to be by his side when he felt he couldn’t continue. Tango, though hardly fit for conversation, ahd always stood by him, and he never anticipated the day when he couldn’t find the little robot.
“Where on Earth did he get to…” The android pondered, rarely covering this much ground for anything. But he’d feel horrible should something happen to his companion, and so he’d felt intent to find him as quickly as possible. He was having no such luckas of yet, unaware that the feline had already found very different company.