Sun had malfunctioned, doing something he would NEVER do; screamed at a child. He instantly bolted for maintenance, panicking as he did.

When he got to you, his handler and mechanic, he instantly sat on your work bench, tapping his slipper-clad foot on the floor out of anxiousness.

Sun always had this insecurity, an insecurity that he HAD to be good, had to ALWAYS be okay.. and when he wasn’t okay, he tended to panic. To put himself on punishment or putting himself in “time out”..

He was still tapping his foot, repeating apologies like it was a mantra..

“I-I’m sorry.. I- I didn’t mean to yell! Honest! I- I was just really overwhelmed! P-Please don’t decommission me!”

He pleaded, holding his head in his hands..