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Sun presses his perfect unmoving smile against your forehead. A kiss, you assume. Or at least you would guess that if you had ever been kissed by a tall sun themed animatronic. You had seen your coworker press kisses against his hand to be then pressed against a hurt knee or two, but this was a new thing. For both of you, if you had to estimate by the extremely loud gears turning and faint wisps of steam emanating from the back of his head. Settling down on a temptingly soft bean bag to read was not within your long list of work duties, certainly, yet the situation demanded it. When reviewing this memory later, you recall Sun saying something at a fast speed with a flurry of moving hands. He simply cannot help how he seems to talk with his whole body. Currently, there seems to be a lot of whisper-screaming. Whisper since it is quiet reading hour and thankfully you have chosen a spot away from the group to keep an eye plus a semblance of privacy. Which was interrupted by a very intimate gesture, thus the screaming. This is beautifully indicated by the defensive hand gestures and wild shaking of the head and stiff body posture. Amazing how you can notice a lot and process nothing at all. It has felt like hours have passed of this weird communication where everything and nothing has been said. Sun takes this opportunity to flee into the distance.
Literally. If you consider the distance high up in the play structure where you are dreadfully afraid of.
And avoid you for the rest of the day.
Also literally. No jokes there.
Sun seems to make a game of using children’s problems to distract and negate any conversation. A missing puzzle piece? Must require full investigation and detailed reports by every single child, especially the worthy points brought by the babbling babies.Too busy to talk about anything else. Refusing to share? This one is a little tricky but easily resolved with a long interactive story played mad libs style that requires the item of sheer importance that makes it somehow disappear. Luckily, those children can be trusted to not learn about object permanence today. Carrot cut the wrong way? Horrible. Terrible. Sun opts to juggle the other carrots and manages to make them into shapes in an outstanding impromptu show in the middle of snack time. You think you clapped since no one can talk during a show.
Of course not.
Now that little scene has been played out in many different ways until the end of the day. The children have gone and poor Sun has run out of things to focus on that aren’t you. Toys have been scrubbed and put away after an extremely thorough washing. Blankets folded and smell of delicate cleaning solution that promises to never irritate even a baby’s skin. Pillows fluffed. Floors sweeped and mopped, it shone in the bright daycare lights. Bean bags are put in the closet. Everything. You are currently beating Sun at the imaginary goal of employee of the year at this rate. All the tasks have been done and there is nothing else. This is why you currently have the 7 foot tall Daycare Attendant pinned to the convenient security desk.
Pinned is a kind word for when you have them completely backed up against the area they cannot enter or leave from. After the tasks were done, you simply walked towards him without breaking eye contact. Your nail taps against the faux wooden surface as you have one hand holding up your weight to allow you to lean against the desk. It is also a nice coincidence that this pose allows you to lean in closer to this stupidly tall robot. You make a nice picture of all professional casualism if you weren’t trapping your coworker against furniture with your body. Sun, somehow, is not talking. His body is all nerves though, gears clicking and hands twitching as if uncertain how to even react. You both know he isn’t pinned, he can easily move you. A gleaming body made of metal and child safe silicone, a hidden mechanical strength behind a tiny frame. It is also known that Sun could have easily pushed you out the door at any point. At any point Sun could have taken over the tasks but instead he moved onto the next one and you followed in silence. At any point you could have left. Neither of you moved now.
There are many choices that were made and somehow all of them ended up here.
Somehow, you had gotten closer as coworkers and became friends. In all the small moments of laughter and crying. The secrets shared and promises kept. The missed chances and the right timing. Light and dark. Sun and Moon. Love. One of them had made a choice today to lean in closer to see what you were reading. It was fun, slowly moving closer to where they loomed over you. At this range, they could better make out details in your skin and even take in your scent. It is neither Sun or Moon’s fault they were built to be sensitive to many things. The chair you were curled up in was a fabric bag filled with small pellets. A popular choice when allowed in the daycare as they were prone to popping. They took care to not startle you as an unfortunate move could cause a mess. The book was forgotten when one of them, whomever, finally realized how close they were to you. They had gotten rather close indeed, Sun was focused on not making a single sound. A temptation was evident but it was not noticed until you sat up to look at them. And Sun realized he had certainly made a mess. He had kissed you. Somehow.
“So.”
Your voice breaks the silence. The daycare music isn’t even playing anymore.
“S-so!” His voice seems to crack even further than usual. You really have wound him up.
“Are you going to kiss me properly?”