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?"

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[dumbassludge.livejournal.com]

He grins and cuddles her again. Then his stomach growls loudly. "Food?"

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Amy laughs and turns back to the freezer. It's the work of moments to get out the containers she wants, and then she sets Sludge to heating homemade waffles in the big four slice toaster as she sets a small mountain of vegi sausages through the frying pan to warm them and give them flavor.

[dumbassludge.livejournal.com]

Sludge is hovering over her shoulder as she cooks, occasionally nuzzling her hair or trying to taste the food.

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When he tries to taste she tries to feed him, totally undisturbed if half the sausages and waffles never reach the table. She's having fun.

[dumbassludge.livejournal.com]

He laughs and finally seems to decide he can wait for the rest.(She still needs to eat too!)

"What me, Sludge do to help Amy?"

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"Why don't you finish toasting the waffles?" she suggests. "And you can get out the syrup and jam, if you want. They're in the fridge."

[dumbassludge.livejournal.com]

He nods happily and goes to the fridge after he puts in a few more waffles. It's hard, but he resists the urge to lick the syrup bottle's cap. Concentrating on keeping his tail from knocking things over helps.