Mumbo's Perspective-

Mumbo watched as the dogs walked by in the park, some chasing frisbees their owners threw.

Mumbo continued to take notes in his notepad, sometimes adding a couple sketches.

There was a sigh as someone sat down next to him and rested their arm on the bench.

"How was the microphone stuff?" Mumbo asked, not taking his eyes off the chocolate lab that was running by.

"Eh, it didn't work." Martyn sighed, leaning his head on his boyfriend's shoulder. "I told 'em to get new mics but they said they did recently."

"What brand?" Mumbo asked, putting down his pen and finally turning his attention to the male perched by his side.

"I don't know, some high industry I assume."

"Just cause they got a name in the business doesn't mean they run it well." Mumbo said. Martyn chuckled, rolling his eyes. That was always Mumbo's favorite line to pull out whenever they gave speeches to other companies or the public about their machines.

"So what're you taking notes on?" Martyn asked.

"Movement and such. I still can't decide if I wanna go with a robot with legs. That's kinda complicated." Mumbo sighed and Martyn rubbed his shoulder, pulling him close.

"Hey, I'm sure you'd be able to do it."

"I know it's just...I'm kinda losing hope in it." Mumbo shrugged, shutting his notepad and putting it back in his shirt pocket.

"Well if you're done doing that for now, you can help me with their microphones." Martyn sighed.

"Just have them do research before replacing them like they should've done in the first place." Mumbo said.

"Yeah, let's just tell them that they screwed up and gotta fix themselves cause they failed. Yeah, that'll go over well." Martyn said, rolling his eyes.

Mumbo huffed, frustrated at his sarcasm.

"Sorry, it's just...I'm annoyed that they're making me do this. They're making me feel like it's my fault."

"Just because we're engineers and programmers doesn't mean we can fix everything." Mumbo said, shrugging. "We should just tell them that."

Martyn hummed and Mumbo stood up.

"Come on, I'm sure we can find something more interesting to do." Mumbo said, holding out his hand.

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They found a thrift store nearby and Martyn wanted to glance around. He always loved thrift shopping, mostly just because he liked looking at the old tech.

"Oooo." Martyn held up an old radio and he pulled out the antenna and it flopped over, clearly having been broken for who knows how long. Martyn's eyes widened, and he put it back, continuing his search.

Mumbo glanced around and he saw a couple TV's. He wandered over and noticed that someone had stuck a sticky note onto one of the flat screens.

He narrowed his eyes and bent down, seeing the smiley face someone drew and stuck on the device. He chuckled and leaned back.

"What?" Martyn asked, peeking over his partner's shoulder.

"Nothing, I just thought it was cute. Made it look as if it was like its own person. That'd be kinda cool, huh?" Mumbo smiled.

"Eh, I'd rather not give Siri a face."

Mumbo chuckled and Martyn smiled.

"Come on, I wanted to show you something I found." Martyn said, holding his hand.

Mumbo followed Martyn and he glanced back over at the TV with the sticky note.

He smiled at the thought of having a little gif of a face talking and being the face to a little robot following you-

Mumbo's eyes widened and he quickly grabbed his notepad, scribbling down his thoughts. He doodled a little mini robot with wheels, and it had a small TV for its head.

Martyn noticed his boyfriend had stopped following him and he looked over his shoulder to see him scribbling fast in his notebook.

Martyn smiled and walked over, kissing his cheek.

Mumbo blushed and looked up.

"What was that for?" He smiled, his face red.

"It just makes me happy that you're full of inspiration. It's cute when you get all excited." Martyn smirked as Mumbo blushed more.

"You're such a flirt." Mumbo chuckled and Martyn smiled, wrapping his arm around him.

"Aww, you love it." Martyn said, kissing his forehead.

"True." Mumbo smiled, hugging him.