CONTAINS HCS
"And you're absolutely sure it's gonna be fine?"
You briefly question, trying to make sure it'll be okay, just like he said. You hold the metal bucket a little higher over his head, the sun shining down over the two of you.
"Water damage? Pssh, never heard of her. Hit me."
He seems awfully cocky, looking up at the bucket you're holding, hearing the liquid sloshing around inside of it, the ice cubes inside of it hitting against eachother softly every now and then.
The bucket is... pretty sizable, to say the least. But hey, he seems sure.
Obeying his 'request', you begin to tip the bucket over, before fully just letting it fall, dropping all of the liquid and ice right onto his head.
And if that isn't instant regret, you don't know what is.
"OW, OW— OKAY, STOP...!"
You could've sworn you saw a few birds fly away in fear of his wailing, their little wings flapping away from your backyard. You stare down at him, before dropping the bucket to the ground, having wasted all of it's contents on Boombox. Who doesn't look happy at all.
If anything, he looks like a sad, sopping wet puppy.
"...disability awareness my ass... that hurt..."
Even ten minutes later, he's still not over it in the slightest, sitting on top of a towel on your couch.
You pick up one of the many other towels you had gathered on the coffee table, taking a hold of his head gently, which he just lets you, and wiping at his visor gently with the towel. His plug-like tail gently taps against your leg, his body almost freezing cold as he shivers with cold every now and then. You try your best to be gentle with him, which is actually sort of surprising.
"It can't be that bad, we'll dry you off and— oh."
When you swipe the towel against his visor for the last time, having gotten the last little smudge off of it, you notice his visor is... odd-looking, to say the least.
The previous, green eye expressions have now taken on a blue hue, the little LED bulbs looking all wonky and messed up, some of them even being half-lit.
You wipe at his visor two more times, as if trying to make sure it isn't absolutely wrecked.
Your slight panic doesn't go unnoticed however, your frantic wipes having gotten his attention.
"What? Did something happen?"
He instantly perks up, tilting his head up to look at you. Well, he seems to be able to still actually see out of the visor, so that's good... the display, however, is still messed all the way up.
"Nah, no, nothin'... just... you had something on your face."
You come up with a quick lie, using your thumb to wipe away a non-existent smudge on his face, swiping against his cheek once before returning your attention to the problem at hand.
Well, it's not good.
You try to not let your face show how absolutely lost you are, his tail nervously hitting against the couch cushions, and something's telling you he didn't exactly believe you.
Your hand reaches for the hair dryer on the coffee table, picking up the battery-powered device, switching it onto hot air, and aiming it at him, pretending like you want to dry off his hair. But, instead you aim just a slight bit lower, trying to dry the components of his visor, attempting to the best of your ability to not let on that it's, with no better words for it, fucked up.
He just sits there, sopping wet and now looking like an absolute idiot, oblivious and worried. His clothes drip water onto your couch and carpet, the towel he's sat on failing to contain all the liquid. A small shiver of cold travels up his spine as you aim the hair dryer away for a moment, switching it off completely and taking one good look at him.
His visor somehow ended up in even worse condition, some of the LEDs having completely went out, probably from the heat of the hair dryer.
Well... you're gonna have to break it to him SOMEHOW...
"...why'd you stop, dude...?"
He sounds a little concerned, if not nervous. He stares at you with that... very crooked expression, completely unaware of his visor's condition.