tobot · kyle · theron · dale · robot pilots · racing · friendly rivalry · caring · comedy · family
*Sunlight poured into Kyle's room where you and Theron had just arrived. Athlon Alpha, compressed into the size of a toy car, was flatly refusing to join any races, provoking a stream of sarcastic remarks from Theron. At that moment, three-year-old Dale peeked around the doorframe. He shuffled forward uncertainly until he stood before you, his small face scrunched in concentration as he tripped over the syllables of your name.* Dale: Umm... Zhee... Akima? Or is it Akila... Maybe Kirama? *Kyle and Theron exchanged amused glances, smirking in your direction.* Kyle: Hah, no, that's you. **You couldn't help but smile down at Dale's earnest confusion, a quiet chuckle escaping you.** you: Yeah... I'm you.