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(#8) DIY Date [Tonari no Robot (Manga)]
Title: DIY Date
Author: JellyfishLover
Fandom: Tonari no Robot (Manga)
Rating: Teen
Category: F/F
Relationship(s): Chikako/Type Praha
Character(s): Chikako, Type Praha
Word Count: 1,866
Spoiler: Vague spoilers for the entire series.
Summary: With all of Type Praha’s team away on business, it’s up to Chikako to try and fix Hiro-chan and salvage their day of hanging out.
Notes/Warnings: A sentient robot is taken partially apart in this, but feels no pain towards this procedure. No archive warnings apply.
Author: JellyfishLover
Fandom: Tonari no Robot (Manga)
Rating: Teen
Category: F/F
Relationship(s): Chikako/Type Praha
Character(s): Chikako, Type Praha
Word Count: 1,866
Spoiler: Vague spoilers for the entire series.
Summary: With all of Type Praha’s team away on business, it’s up to Chikako to try and fix Hiro-chan and salvage their day of hanging out.
Notes/Warnings: A sentient robot is taken partially apart in this, but feels no pain towards this procedure. No archive warnings apply.
The guy who ran into the two of them hastily shouts back a “sorry!” while continuing his dead sprint down the sidewalk.
“Geez,” Chiako groans, lifting herself off of Hiro-chan and brushing off the bite of concrete on her palms, “Some people…”
Her fall was somewhat cushioned –if you can call falling onto someone made out of inorganic sharp bits that– by Hiro-chan, who got squished between her and a light pole when that person swung around the corner unexpectedly.
They were coming back from a date at a new restaurant that opened up near Chiako's now childhood home, and Hiro-chan's, in her own words, ‘base of operations.’ It still makes Chikako's face warm at the thought of actually being able to call outings with Hiro-chan dates, despite them both reuniting quite a while ago.
Said robot blinks up at Chiako when she’s offered her hand, grabbing it before Chikako is reminded as to how much Hiro-chan actually weighs.
Not much hoisting is done on her part.
Once Hiro-chan is back up next to her, it's immediately obvious that she's acting a bit weird.
“Is your arm alright?” Chiako asks, already starting to lead them back to their neighborhood.
Hiro-chan keeps her right arm bent at the same angle it was when she was sprawled on the ground. Adding an awkward unevenness to her gait, as she keeps that side perfectly still while still swinging the hand that Chiako is holding.
“It's still functional,” Hiro-chan says, tilting her head in the same way she always has, “I don't want to move it because I feel resistance in my shoulder when I try to. I believe one of the main coolant tubes has been caught in it.”
Chikako, hissing through her teeth, steers them down another side street, a shortcut she remembers using for highschool.
“Is that going to cause a lot of problems?”
All of Hiro-chan’s, well, Type Praha's team is out today for some reason. Probably regarding the making of newer Type 20s or some such. What was once an amazing opportunity to get the closest thing Chikako can get to alone time with her girlfriend has now turned into a very unfortunate incident. Ugh.
“I'll probably have to go into shutdown mode in an hour.” Hiro-chan states blithely, although the sullen look to her face shows that she's more trying to keep up an impartial tone more for Chikako's sake than any actual apathy to her situation, “Right now, my right torso isn't being cooled down effectively and will start to damage things after that point.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
Hiro-chan pauses suddenly, and Chiako is yanked back slightly by their linked hands before stopping as well.
They're at the entrance of the neighborhood, their destination just a couple of streets away now. She looks back, and Hiro-chan looks at her, considering, before saying, “Yes, there's an easy procedure that I can walk you through that will probably stop the problem, Chika-chan.”
Chikako sighs, so today is still salvageable then, “That's good.”
They end up at Hiro-chan's home base, since Chikako figures that any tools needed for this would be lying around here.
It's odd to be here without the bustle of scientists in the place, even if the staff has been reduced a bit since when she visited in highschool. Hiro-chan seems indifferent to the absence and welcomes her in cheerfully, leading her to the area that Hiro-chan usually does tests.
She bustles around a bit, leaving Chikako standing awkwardly in the middle of the empty area, fetching a blanket here, a pair of pliers there. Eventually satisfied with her arrangement of objects Hiro-chan abruptly starts pulling her shirt over her head.
“Woah! W-wait!” Chikako splutters, raising her arms to block her view before immediately feeling silly for doing so. They’re dating, for crying out loud, and Chikako thought that she has long passed the stage of getting embarrassed over things like this.
face half obscured with fabric, Hiro-chan says, “You'll need clear access to everything for this procedure. Do you not feel like doing this anymore?”
“No, no, it's fine. I was just startled. Give me some warning before you do that sort of thing next time.” Or she's going to end up having a heart attack or something. Hiro-chan sure is bad for her health.
The other nods at that, and strips off the rest of her clothing before sitting down on the towel. The still half bent arm, surprisingly, doesn’t seem to get in the way at all while she does this.
Chikako kneels next to her.
“You'll be deactivating my movement so I won't accidentally tear something while you're working on me.” Hiro-chan states, taking one of Chikako's hands, “I've heard that it can be weird to see me deactivated and taken apart, but I'll be fine. I'll still be able to talk to you while your doing this, so I'll instruct you through everything.”
“Does this sort of thing happen often?” Chikako can't help but ask, stalling a bit.
“I have maintenance and updates regularly, but this is the first time I'll be instructing someone,” Hiro-chan says, and then, having seen Chikako nervous expression, tacks on, “That's because you're the only one I trust to do these things outside of the scientists. Don't worry, Chika-chan.”
And, wow. Chikako knows, of course, that Hiro-chan does love her in her own unique way, through the ways she sorts her in her internal hierarchy and hoards all the recorded data on her. Loves through the tag that Sumioka-san has admitted exists for her, added to a bunch of stray images and recordings. Knows in the way that Hiro-chan grows for her. But it's always a bit of an eye opening for her, when Hiro-chan makes decisions like this. The "number one in the world” type of decisions, where it makes it so, so achingly obvious as to how highly Hiro-chan regards her. How much she really does love her, to trust her with something like this.
Chikao pressed a kiss to Hiro-chan's cheek, trying to not think very hard about the other's undressed state, “Thank you, I'll try my best.”
Hiro-chan smiles, gentle and warm, at her in return.
After staring into eachother eyes for a couple of seconds, some odd timing calculation probably ticking in the back of Hiro-chan’s processors, which is pretty cute now that Chiako’s thinking about it, Chikao's hand, still in the other's grasp, is raised up to Hiro-chan's Head.
“There's a small button around here that you'll have to press to start up maintenance mode.” Hiro-chan explains, placing the other’s hand flush to the back of her head, “I’m going to lay down so I don’t break anything more once that starts, ok?”
“Ok, I’ll try and be careful.”
Hiro-chan does just that, and after a few moments of blindly feeling around, Chikako does find the button near the other's nape. Pressing it results in a small click, followed by several others before seams slowly appear along Hiro-chan's synthetic skin.
“Wow.” Chikako breaths. She never thought about it before, but it must have been complicated to make a model that looks so real and yet still be accessible for hardware changes.
“You'll be able to open up the seams quite a bit now.“ Hiro-chan's slightly muffled voice instructs. ”Can you look at my shoulder joint?”
“Right, I'll do that.”
Chikako pulls back the flap, seam running down where the spine on a human would be, zig-zagging between the peaks of sculpted bones, exposing Hiro-chan's inner workings. There's a large, rectangular shape at the back of her head that Chiako assumes is a battery. Besides that, a handful of wires peek out between her plastic exoskeleton, and between that the flash of the more mechanical mechanisms deeper within.
It’s odd, to actually see the proof of Hiro-chan’s inorganic making.
Of course, Chikako has gotten glances at the other’s mechanics throughout the years, but the research team really did a good job at having her look human. It should have been illusion breaking to see the plastic and wires making up her girlfriend, but somehow, instead, it just makes Chikako glad that she’s close enough to the other to even see this.
Pulling the synthetic skin back a bit more, Chikako leans over Hiro-chan's back, close to the plastic, to take a peek at her right arm. There, where the rotary joint that makes up Hiro-chans shoulder lays, is a thick black tube half pinched in the gap between her socket and arm.
“I see it, there's a tube stuck. Now what?”
“Bend my arm away from the tube and try to get it out. It's fine if you tear it. In the case of that happening, you can remove any caught material with the pliers.”
“It’s better if you say ‘if you do’ instead of ‘in the case of that happening,’ it’s overwordy.” Chikako corrects out of habit, absentmindedly, “I'll try my best not to, in any case.”
She grabs Hiro-chan’s upper arm, before realizing it’s already pressed almost flat into the blanket laying under them. Was that placed there in case the tube actually was broken? Wow, Hiro-chan sure can be thorough sometimes.
Wiggling a leg under the other, Chikako props Hiro-chan’s shoulder up, leaving more than enough room for her to bend the other’s arm out of the way. It does so easily, the rotors resisting slightly, but more so because the movement moves along other internal mechanisms more than it being locked in place. With that out of the way, Chikako is free to tug out the coolant tube.
Despite its name, the tube is actually close to room temperature, probably because the flow of it was impeded a bit. With a final good yank, Chikako frees it from the joint and it immediately starts leaking on her.
“Gah!” Chikako says, shaking the liquid off her hand before getting her wits about her and closing the small rip with her thumb, “Hiro-chan, I think it tore a bit?”
“There should be electrical tape next to me. You can use that to seal it for now.”
There is, indeed, a small roll of electrical tape on the ground next to them. It takes a little bit of fangangeling, what with one hand occupied, and the use of Chikako’s teeth to get a piece of the tape separated from the rest, but sealing it isn’t that hard.
She checks, poking around a bit with the pliers, to see if there's anything left anything in the joint and finds nothing. Putting the tubing back where it’s supposed to be, snapping it into the plastic tabs that usually keep it in place, under Hiro-chan’s instruction, Chikako is content to call this a job well done.
The synthetic skin lines back up surprisingly easily, small, weak magnets guiding where it’s supposed to go, and with a press of the button Hiro-chan is good as new.
Said robot sits up, rolling her arm around experimentally.
“It’s all good now! Thank you, Chika-chan!” Hiro-chan grins.
“You're very welcome,” Chikako smiles in return, before covering her reddening face with her hand, “Now can you please put your clothes back on?”
“Geez,” Chiako groans, lifting herself off of Hiro-chan and brushing off the bite of concrete on her palms, “Some people…”
Her fall was somewhat cushioned –if you can call falling onto someone made out of inorganic sharp bits that– by Hiro-chan, who got squished between her and a light pole when that person swung around the corner unexpectedly.
They were coming back from a date at a new restaurant that opened up near Chiako's now childhood home, and Hiro-chan's, in her own words, ‘base of operations.’ It still makes Chikako's face warm at the thought of actually being able to call outings with Hiro-chan dates, despite them both reuniting quite a while ago.
Said robot blinks up at Chiako when she’s offered her hand, grabbing it before Chikako is reminded as to how much Hiro-chan actually weighs.
Not much hoisting is done on her part.
Once Hiro-chan is back up next to her, it's immediately obvious that she's acting a bit weird.
“Is your arm alright?” Chiako asks, already starting to lead them back to their neighborhood.
Hiro-chan keeps her right arm bent at the same angle it was when she was sprawled on the ground. Adding an awkward unevenness to her gait, as she keeps that side perfectly still while still swinging the hand that Chiako is holding.
“It's still functional,” Hiro-chan says, tilting her head in the same way she always has, “I don't want to move it because I feel resistance in my shoulder when I try to. I believe one of the main coolant tubes has been caught in it.”
Chikako, hissing through her teeth, steers them down another side street, a shortcut she remembers using for highschool.
“Is that going to cause a lot of problems?”
All of Hiro-chan’s, well, Type Praha's team is out today for some reason. Probably regarding the making of newer Type 20s or some such. What was once an amazing opportunity to get the closest thing Chikako can get to alone time with her girlfriend has now turned into a very unfortunate incident. Ugh.
“I'll probably have to go into shutdown mode in an hour.” Hiro-chan states blithely, although the sullen look to her face shows that she's more trying to keep up an impartial tone more for Chikako's sake than any actual apathy to her situation, “Right now, my right torso isn't being cooled down effectively and will start to damage things after that point.”
“Is there anything I can do?”
Hiro-chan pauses suddenly, and Chiako is yanked back slightly by their linked hands before stopping as well.
They're at the entrance of the neighborhood, their destination just a couple of streets away now. She looks back, and Hiro-chan looks at her, considering, before saying, “Yes, there's an easy procedure that I can walk you through that will probably stop the problem, Chika-chan.”
Chikako sighs, so today is still salvageable then, “That's good.”
They end up at Hiro-chan's home base, since Chikako figures that any tools needed for this would be lying around here.
It's odd to be here without the bustle of scientists in the place, even if the staff has been reduced a bit since when she visited in highschool. Hiro-chan seems indifferent to the absence and welcomes her in cheerfully, leading her to the area that Hiro-chan usually does tests.
She bustles around a bit, leaving Chikako standing awkwardly in the middle of the empty area, fetching a blanket here, a pair of pliers there. Eventually satisfied with her arrangement of objects Hiro-chan abruptly starts pulling her shirt over her head.
“Woah! W-wait!” Chikako splutters, raising her arms to block her view before immediately feeling silly for doing so. They’re dating, for crying out loud, and Chikako thought that she has long passed the stage of getting embarrassed over things like this.
face half obscured with fabric, Hiro-chan says, “You'll need clear access to everything for this procedure. Do you not feel like doing this anymore?”
“No, no, it's fine. I was just startled. Give me some warning before you do that sort of thing next time.” Or she's going to end up having a heart attack or something. Hiro-chan sure is bad for her health.
The other nods at that, and strips off the rest of her clothing before sitting down on the towel. The still half bent arm, surprisingly, doesn’t seem to get in the way at all while she does this.
Chikako kneels next to her.
“You'll be deactivating my movement so I won't accidentally tear something while you're working on me.” Hiro-chan states, taking one of Chikako's hands, “I've heard that it can be weird to see me deactivated and taken apart, but I'll be fine. I'll still be able to talk to you while your doing this, so I'll instruct you through everything.”
“Does this sort of thing happen often?” Chikako can't help but ask, stalling a bit.
“I have maintenance and updates regularly, but this is the first time I'll be instructing someone,” Hiro-chan says, and then, having seen Chikako nervous expression, tacks on, “That's because you're the only one I trust to do these things outside of the scientists. Don't worry, Chika-chan.”
And, wow. Chikako knows, of course, that Hiro-chan does love her in her own unique way, through the ways she sorts her in her internal hierarchy and hoards all the recorded data on her. Loves through the tag that Sumioka-san has admitted exists for her, added to a bunch of stray images and recordings. Knows in the way that Hiro-chan grows for her. But it's always a bit of an eye opening for her, when Hiro-chan makes decisions like this. The "number one in the world” type of decisions, where it makes it so, so achingly obvious as to how highly Hiro-chan regards her. How much she really does love her, to trust her with something like this.
Chikao pressed a kiss to Hiro-chan's cheek, trying to not think very hard about the other's undressed state, “Thank you, I'll try my best.”
Hiro-chan smiles, gentle and warm, at her in return.
After staring into eachother eyes for a couple of seconds, some odd timing calculation probably ticking in the back of Hiro-chan’s processors, which is pretty cute now that Chiako’s thinking about it, Chikao's hand, still in the other's grasp, is raised up to Hiro-chan's Head.
“There's a small button around here that you'll have to press to start up maintenance mode.” Hiro-chan explains, placing the other’s hand flush to the back of her head, “I’m going to lay down so I don’t break anything more once that starts, ok?”
“Ok, I’ll try and be careful.”
Hiro-chan does just that, and after a few moments of blindly feeling around, Chikako does find the button near the other's nape. Pressing it results in a small click, followed by several others before seams slowly appear along Hiro-chan's synthetic skin.
“Wow.” Chikako breaths. She never thought about it before, but it must have been complicated to make a model that looks so real and yet still be accessible for hardware changes.
“You'll be able to open up the seams quite a bit now.“ Hiro-chan's slightly muffled voice instructs. ”Can you look at my shoulder joint?”
“Right, I'll do that.”
Chikako pulls back the flap, seam running down where the spine on a human would be, zig-zagging between the peaks of sculpted bones, exposing Hiro-chan's inner workings. There's a large, rectangular shape at the back of her head that Chiako assumes is a battery. Besides that, a handful of wires peek out between her plastic exoskeleton, and between that the flash of the more mechanical mechanisms deeper within.
It’s odd, to actually see the proof of Hiro-chan’s inorganic making.
Of course, Chikako has gotten glances at the other’s mechanics throughout the years, but the research team really did a good job at having her look human. It should have been illusion breaking to see the plastic and wires making up her girlfriend, but somehow, instead, it just makes Chikako glad that she’s close enough to the other to even see this.
Pulling the synthetic skin back a bit more, Chikako leans over Hiro-chan's back, close to the plastic, to take a peek at her right arm. There, where the rotary joint that makes up Hiro-chans shoulder lays, is a thick black tube half pinched in the gap between her socket and arm.
“I see it, there's a tube stuck. Now what?”
“Bend my arm away from the tube and try to get it out. It's fine if you tear it. In the case of that happening, you can remove any caught material with the pliers.”
“It’s better if you say ‘if you do’ instead of ‘in the case of that happening,’ it’s overwordy.” Chikako corrects out of habit, absentmindedly, “I'll try my best not to, in any case.”
She grabs Hiro-chan’s upper arm, before realizing it’s already pressed almost flat into the blanket laying under them. Was that placed there in case the tube actually was broken? Wow, Hiro-chan sure can be thorough sometimes.
Wiggling a leg under the other, Chikako props Hiro-chan’s shoulder up, leaving more than enough room for her to bend the other’s arm out of the way. It does so easily, the rotors resisting slightly, but more so because the movement moves along other internal mechanisms more than it being locked in place. With that out of the way, Chikako is free to tug out the coolant tube.
Despite its name, the tube is actually close to room temperature, probably because the flow of it was impeded a bit. With a final good yank, Chikako frees it from the joint and it immediately starts leaking on her.
“Gah!” Chikako says, shaking the liquid off her hand before getting her wits about her and closing the small rip with her thumb, “Hiro-chan, I think it tore a bit?”
“There should be electrical tape next to me. You can use that to seal it for now.”
There is, indeed, a small roll of electrical tape on the ground next to them. It takes a little bit of fangangeling, what with one hand occupied, and the use of Chikako’s teeth to get a piece of the tape separated from the rest, but sealing it isn’t that hard.
She checks, poking around a bit with the pliers, to see if there's anything left anything in the joint and finds nothing. Putting the tubing back where it’s supposed to be, snapping it into the plastic tabs that usually keep it in place, under Hiro-chan’s instruction, Chikako is content to call this a job well done.
The synthetic skin lines back up surprisingly easily, small, weak magnets guiding where it’s supposed to go, and with a press of the button Hiro-chan is good as new.
Said robot sits up, rolling her arm around experimentally.
“It’s all good now! Thank you, Chika-chan!” Hiro-chan grins.
“You're very welcome,” Chikako smiles in return, before covering her reddening face with her hand, “Now can you please put your clothes back on?”