Future'Bot's verse. Amy's apartment. Day two of the squishy Sludge LOL.

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Amy rolls over, then sits up and looks around before hopping up out of her bed. It's the work of a moment to fold up the couch and stow her bedding, and then she's brushing her hair as she tiptoes over on small bare feet to the big air mattress that's on the open floor space by the balcony door.

"Sludge?" she says softly, sitting on the side of it carefully so that she doesn't rock him. "Are you awake? Do you want breakfast?"