Arianhrod turned to Rick with an understandably concerned face. Her older brother had good reason to be apprehensive. His imprisonment and slow torture through consumption by Canker would be weighing heavily on his mind. “Weee kill it.” She replied firmly.
While they were talking, Morgan was regarding her fiance quizzically. “Is there something about Space Cadet’s clothes that upset you?” The fairy scratched the sensitive spot behind the tiny cybrid’s neck in an attempt to ease his nerves.
Her comment unfortunately brought Renate back to a past idea. ‘You see, Guy-Who’s-Face-Looks-Like-Dad’s? You should take your clothes off! It makes everything easier!”
The Space Cadet runs a hand over his hair, he wasn’t expecting the conversation to turn to his clothes. It was much better than what he thought it would be, he had feared that the big guy would be hostile towards him. The other Ralph’s clearly uncomfortable, but there isn’t an easy solution, “Er, sorry, I don’t exactly have a change of clothes with me…” He did have his dress uniform in olive green, but it was stored away in Hero’s Duty. Other than that, though, he didn’t have much in the way of clothing.
However, Renate offers a solution, though it’s not one the Space Cadet is fond of. He turns bright red again, a shade his face hadn’t seen in a while. “Uh…well, I… could take off my armor, if it’ll help… I’ve got a jumpsuit on underneath, but it’s black too. But, that’s all I can do.” He could compromise a little more and unzip the top of his jumpsuit, tying it off at his waist and showing his white tank top. He’d still be clothed then, but wouldn’t have as much of the color that was bothering the other Ralph.
He shakes his head, “Besides, if we’re gonna go after Canker, I’ll need my armor.”
Both Ralph and Rick were red as cherries with second-hand embarrassment. “No Renate,” Ralph groaned as he buried his face in one hand, “He doesn’t need to do that.” Perhaps it was stupid of him to ask in the first place. “Look, the thing is that Canker has some kind of motive, and it seems to involve us- mostly me. But we can’t let that thing interfere with what we need to do outside of it. I made plans, and I intend to keep them.” The small cybrid gently took Morgan’s finger in his hand, one claw running over the band of her ring. “No virus is gonna hold ‘em off, either.”
Rick sure hoped his dad was right, because he couldn’t bring himself to go through anything like what he did again. A shaky hand reached out and wrapped around Arianrhod’s arm; the cybrid didn’t want to be alone at the moment.