Quirk

The EVE Probes, like all serial robots, had a hard time standing out as individuals. The easiest thing to do was change the way they presented themselves: some modified the color of their metal or added markings, others altered the colors of their eyeforms, and most took to wearing clothing and decorations. A few even went as far as changing their voices, most notably the EVEs who didn’t identify as female. As a final and most essential matter of choice, they all went about pursuing their own (though usually botanical) hobbies and careers. The capability and adaptability of the EVE Probes left nothing out of reach.

Still, self awareness is an odd thing. While the most noticeable differences were based on personal preference, subtler traits seemed to emerge between individuals without any rhyme or reason.

Nos-4-a2 pondered this as Two pressed her face firmly against his back.

“Er... something I can help you with, love?”

She only nuzzled her face deeper into his cape, bunching the plush fabric between her fingers. It was a new cloak he’d ordered for wearing around the house made of a soft, velvety material, still light enough to keep him from warming up. At the moment, Nos was peering into the bathroom mirror, polishing a dull spot of metal on his cheek. He paused to address the probe clinging to his back.

“Is everything alright?”

She released her grip to reach over his shoulders, sliding her hands down to the brass piece fastening his cape below his neck. Nos grinned, guessing at her intentions. Two unbuckled his cloak and took it with her back into their bedroom, Nos quickly wiping the polish off his face before turning to follow her.

He passed over the threshold just in time to see Two flop onto the sofa by the fireplace, completely buried in the folds of his cape. Nos crossed his arms. He had guessed wrong.

“...You know, darling, I’m sure it must have been hard to tell, but I was actually using that.”

“I need it more,” her voice came muffled through the fabric.

Nos stood over the couch, staring down at the deep purple mass that hid Two. It wasn’t worth trying to get it back from her at this point: one of her nonsensical quirks was her irresistible attraction to soft things.

He sighed and hovered to the closet to put on something else.