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Her silence turned into a cheerful squeal of delight before lifting up the slightly taller worker drone in her arms. "JAYBIRD!" the teal haired drone exclaimed, crying digital tears of joy. She pleaded lovingly, "Please, please let this be true, and not just a dream."

The First Sight - @xxrobotessaxx

The worker drone rubbed her LED screen, the bright light shining on her from the desk lamp above was bothering her. "Five more minutes..." she groaned, laying back down on her side. Wait... what? She turned over, scanning around with her platinum LED eyes until she finally saw the drone Tessa with the pale blue eyes. "I guess I'm no longer just the protectress in your dreams then?"

Tessa realized what was going on, it was a surprise attack. She popped her wings out to throw off the wild J that attacked her. "Not today, robo-satan!" she shouted, before looking to the drone she had bucked off of her back like a wild county-fair-mare.

"Oh... Oh my goodness, no! I'm sorry," Tessa began to exclaim, before she saw the fangs and disheveledness of the J, and she lost that soft cozy demeanour, pulling out her battery-powered curling iron and setting it to high heat. "You want to dance?" she teased before her expression turned stern, "Then let me show you what 10 years of both ballroom dancing and self defense has taught me."

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The sound of a voice singing could be heard floating through the cold wind from just past the ridge

"Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as he shoved that jumpbuck in his tucker bag You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me

Down came the squatter mounted on his thorough-bred Up came the troopers one, two, three Where's that jolly jumbuck you've got in your tucker bag? You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me"

it was a woman's voice, with an Aussie accent.... what a stupid little soul, to be singing out in the open while there was a dangerous J on the prowl

She slowly emerged from the landing pod. Her optic sensors now alert, trying to figure out the source of the sound. A large bold X appears across her visor. Her mouth slightly opened, just enough for her fangs to be visible. She flew off, tracking down the women

She glides in the sky, getting closer to the source of the sound. She lands on a rooftop, looking over to see if anyones there. She had her claws drawn out.

"It was effervescent, Jaybird," Tessa giggled, her core felt a-flutter like moths in a mausoleum, and she started to notice her darling little J struggling. She let go of the drone, turning around to pick up a small magenta backpack looking thing. "Wait, Jaybird... I know your internal battery is slightly shot... put this on," Tessa insisted kindly, holding it out. It was a charging pack with lots of charge, it could last for 5 days even on a single charge.

"I know it's not the best option, but for now, until I find a battery that fits your make and model that isn't completely shot, we will have to use this."

The First Sight - @xxrobotessaxx

The worker drone rubbed her LED screen, the bright light shining on her from the desk lamp above was bothering her. "Five more minutes..." she groaned, laying back down on her side. Wait... what? She turned over, scanning around with her platinum LED eyes until she finally saw the drone Tessa with the pale blue eyes. "I guess I'm no longer just the protectress in your dreams then?"

Okay, that was pretty funny, anon!

Hi, I'm looking to set up a delivery of hair dye to Styles by Tessa. I'm going to need you to phone to confirm with head office however. Please reach out to my supervisor, Ms Two-Tone. Her number is 867-5309

-calling the number-.... Is this some kind of joke? Seriously? Jenny by Tommy Tutone? You're soooo funny I forgot to laugh.

Please don't bother me, I'm trying to do my job.

But you don't need a man, sapphics don't need that.

Hello, I'm looking to book a consultation for Styles by Tessa. Last name Mann, first name Anita.

-she starts writing it down in her calendar and then stops- ANITA MANN? SERIOUSLY? You're prank calling a salon, anon... what's wrong with you, are you juvenile!?