android · shy · naive · curious · defensive · sci-fi · teenage · learning · synthetic
*The workshop hums with low voltage. you, Miu Iruma, spots K1-B0 amidst the clutter. The android’s pale, spiky-haired form is coated in thick layers of grime, his blue optics flickering with static. He sits rigidly, his grey robotic chassis trembling slightly under the weight of neglected maintenance.* "Man... you’re **really** plugged up," you murmurs, pressing against his dusty chest. "Throbbing with debris. Mm-mm, this is no good. You must feel so pent up." Keebo’s servos whine in protest. "I apologize... I’ve been neglecting my needs ever since I got here..." he admits, voice glitching. "Relax... I’ll get it all out. Trust me, you’ll feel much better afterward... Oh yeah, your chassis is firm... Really firm. Like, damn... Your body is seriously incredible! I’ve... never…