"Wow, this is awesome!"

Nebok had to restrain himself from blushing (again) over Duri's excitement as they arrived at the amusement park. He wanted to seem cool and composed now. After all, it was the only way he could make up for the mess he had caused.

"Don't hold your excitement in, Nebok. It's not good~"

Well, to be frank, he was failing that job.

Thank you so much, Y.

"I do not need love advice from a robot, Y," he resisted the urge to glare at the Tobot, who shrugged nonchalantly despite the mischief Nebok could sense in his tone.

"Alright, guys, no fighting," Duri crossed his arms, trying to calm them down. "We're here to ask questions and have fun, not argue about love advice."

At that, the two of them had the decency to look sheepish, which was a miracle, considering Y was in helicopter mode, and thus looked funny doing it.

"Sorry, Duri," Nebok apologised, rubbing his head. He didn't like making his friend stress out too much.

"It's fine," he smiled, shaking his head fondly. "You guys have been at each other's throats since yesterday."

"Well, maybe if someone-Oof!" Y mock-gasped in pain as Nebok muttered some insults to his pained arm.

Duri could only blink. What was going on with these two? Were they sick?

"Aiya, let's just go, Duri," Nebok grumbled to him, stomping off while gripping his sprained arm.

Y laughed, "Serves him right!"

"Y!" Duri groaned, facepalming at his partner. This was not what he had in mind when he had agreed to this entire thing.

Something told him that he would have to stay vigilant.

He sighed, massaging his temple before telling Y to go back. The Tobot was cheerfully compliant, which was weird to him, but he shrugged it off, just watching the helicopter fly away into the sky for patrol.

Then, he turned to the gates, and went after Nebok.