That wasn’t a good sign. That was a bad sign.
Logic wasted little time in scooping Space up, changing direction away from the kitchen. Even if this was just some extremely unlikely fluke, it never hurt to worry when it came to Space.
The cupcakes were left behind, where he could get to them later if need be.
"We will go to the kitchen later. Perhaps now is the time to visit reassembly." He managed to keep a pleasant tone, though his cheerful face faltered.
“‘Ka͍̞̣̪y̥̳̫̜͝.” The falter went entirely unnoticed, Space rather limp in Logic’s arms. He was starting to feel dizzy, and there was some sort of warning trying to get his attention. What it was, he couldn’t tell, but it was there and it was annoying and it was loud.
The small android whimpered, curling up closer to Logic’s chest. He didn’t like this, and he liked almost everything.