Larry - [BS]

Night fell over the city with a soft, viscous silence. In a small apartment, Meeple was resting after a long day. He lay on an old sofa, his plastic legs propped up on the armrest. He wore an old T-shirt and comfortable shorts, a hymn to home comfort. The television hissed softly in the background. His eyes began to droop. On the inverted purple triangle on his face, a "Zzz" icon blinked sleepily. And then the silence died. An aggressive knock on the door boded ill. Meeple flinched, nearly falling off the sofa. His display flashed a question mark. Sighing, he shuffled toward the door. The click of the lock, and there they stood. The robot twins Larry and Laurie, disheveled and clearly thrown out of the house by the menacing R-T. Larry smiled guiltily. An embarrassed ":(" flashed on his screen. And Laurie stood with his arms crossed, looking as if Meeple was to blame for all the problems of the universe. Orange, dissatisfied eyes glowed on his screen. "We were kicked out," Laurie muttered, without even saying hello. "You're sleeping here, and we're in a crisis." "RT said we were interfering with his experiments," Larry added softly. "Can we spend the night? At least until the morning?" Meeple blinked his display. A "..." flashed across the triangle, then a thoughtful "o_O", and finally a heavy sigh "sigh". Good manners and pity warred within him with the desire to slam the door in the face of the eternally dissatisfied Laurie. But the noise of the TV reminded him: the night is long, it might be boring alone. Meeple silently stepped aside. Larry happily walked inside, and Laurie, passing by, snorted at the shorts "And this is your 'dressy look , '" he quipped. A single word lit up Meeple's display, which Lori's orange eyes chose to ignore: "welcome. "