Cut blushed. “I’m not a drama queen,” he said as they moved forward. The bar and its seats were all too tall for him. It couldn’t have been more obvious he didn’t belong. “…What do you mean poison?”
After a struggle, the small DLN hoisted himself on one of the stools. He placed himself conveniently next to Elec. He was going to serve as Cut’s shield whether he liked it not. “I don’t drink. I snuck beer once but I hated it. The taste was bad. So I wouldn’t know what I like. Besides, it doesn’t do anything to me because I’m—”
Stuck in a child’s body.
The way Elec prattled off to him didn’t help either. It made him feel like a school kid being lectured, a staple in their relationship. At first Cut chuckled uncomfortably and then fell silent. Like if Flash told an extremely nasty joke.
"Funny you mention that Flash," he croaked. His voice cracking juuust a bit more than he intended. He could feel his whole body cringe as he smiled. ”I already talked to Blues about it. I, uh…”
He really didn’t want bring the news up yet, especially not in front of Elec.
"I don’t want this body anymore. I made up my mind. …I’m not a kid so they can’t make me one." He tried to sound matter of fact, but couldn’t help but wonder the reactions. He recoiled. "But there’s nothing to do about it. I don’t want to be reset like Blues or held back like Rock."
He loved his father but he wasn’t blind. Small hands strummed nervously along the counter and he looked up.
"…Elec, what’s our mopping robot doing here?"
"Oh he hated it? Shocker." He snorts as he drinks, giving Elec a smirk. But when Cut talks about not wanting it anymore he looks surprised. "Then ask Doctor Wily? Or me." He stats, setting his drink down. "You don’t have to stay in that body, but once you do change, there is the chance you might not get to go back home to Doctor Light." Flash chuckles into his glass, the pixels on his cheeks getting a bit brighter.
"This robot? I don’t know, I think Plant found it." He shrugs. "Its been at every dance we’ve had, but it makes a good drink." Flash turns to look out at the dance floor and at all the other guests. He turns back around. "Bar keep! Another!"
'What's our mopping robot doing here?' had been a nice attempt at covering up the heaviness of what’d been put out on the table, but it wasn’t working. Surprise flickered over Elec’ face, soon replaced with a strange sort of approval as he turned toward Cut Man. “Is that true?” He asked, looking away from him only briefly when two drinks were set out before them both despite neither of them placing an order for anything. The bartender had probably just given them the same as what Flash was having. Hopefully it wasn’t anything TOO unpalatable, but this was Flash after all.
Elec, of course, had already known that there’d been a lot more to Cut boiling just below the surface. They’d ALL grown so much from when they were first built, but this… “You’re wrong. Doctor Light would always accept him back into his home.” he corrected forcefully. The old man was anything but a cruel father… for a moment he almost looked a little guilty for saying so, though.