Abyssal routine

Turning online was normal for Abyss. They were a droid, programmed to turn on and off as they see fit, or as their battery prohibits. 4 o’clock Pre-sun. The house was quiet. Not even the revving of ships overhead had started yet. Just as they liked it.

Sitting up more from their slightly slumped position they looked around, before looking down, a small purple colored toddler was passed out in their lap. They sigh and pick up the small aqua, while not common layluma had a habit of finding them, they'd need to tell their partner eventually for her safety, but today would not be that day.

Standing up, weary of waking the youngling, abyss takes her back to her own room. Setting her down in her little pool. Humming, Abyss quickly picks up a few stray objects, putting them in the proper place before they leave.

Turning on light sensors as they went though the home, the suns beginning to rise on their own, the first ships make their departure, the waterfalls become louder with the water spools coming online.. The day was beginning, for everyone now.

Approaching the meal block, and rolling up their sleeves they get to work. They know they have to leave at 5:24, while their spouse has to leave at 6. Glancing at the clock, it was only 4:30, plenty of time, they think.

Humming a small melody they do what has become an on and off occurrence, making food. They were never programmed with the info, so they tended to struggle with it, much to the enjoyment of the lavender women they called their wife. The soft image of her laughter fills their memory banks as they cook.

Until the aforementioned woman walks in, half asleep still. Draping herself over the slightly smaller droid.

“Good sun.” she speaks, watching the other cook. Before placing a soft kiss on their forehead.

Abyss snorts, batting the women's face from their own, making the women snicker “you're going to get shocked if you don't back up” they warn, while joking in nature, it was a possibility she would get shocked by abyss’s ability generator.

“That's simply part of the fun” the woman replies, holding onto the batting hand when it gets close, causing the other to huff.

“Shoo” abyss shushes, peering up at the clock.

“Fine, fine.. This isn't over though.” she responds, planting another kiss on the droid's head before fleeing back to where she came.

Abyss huffs, and counties what they were doing.