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.
Maybe Logic was just seeing things. That had to be it, he’d been so critical of Cat earlier that he’d worried himself subconsciously.
"Let us go to the kitchen and get you cleaned up, and perhaps find something to help you eat less messily." Or maybe get him something better to snack on, if they weren’t any good.
The cupcake gone, Space could easily focus on following Logic as told. Or at least, he could for perhaps a minute before pausing again.
That was a definite flicker this time.
"… don’t feel so goǫ̕͞d.”
Logic was beginning to reconsider having brought the cupcakes with him, rather than leading Space to them, but at least he always kept a handkerchief on him if any worse messes became a reality.
In the meantime, he shut the box and offered a hand to Space to remedy that mistake and take him to the kitchen where there were proper napkins and the like.
"Are they any good? I have yet to try any."
"Yeah!" Has his optics just flickered? Couldn’t be. They looked fine now as he took another bite, making quick work of his treat. "Not as good as Space Father’s! Stick more! And… odd? Can’t give word. Feel weird! But still good! Gonna needa thank Space Buddy!"
"It is a gift from a friend, they made you cupcakes." And there they were, the box was opened to reveal the cute little pastries.
Logic was still irked over Cat apparantly eating the garnishes, now he’d be curious about what they were forever.
"Space cupcakes! Look! More stars!" Space pointed excitedly at the glittering sprinkles. One of the baked goodies was taken out to admire happily for several long moments before he finally took a messy bite.
Black icing and chocolate crumbs were already all over his face, with a few sprinkles added into the mess for effect. The large cupcakes just wouldn’t fit neatly into his mouth otherwise.
"It seems you did. They must be visiting Earth." Logic didn’t see any issue with not correcting the mistake, and even encouraged it. So long as Space was happy believing they really were stars.
Ah, but back to the task at hand. “Someone dropped off a gift for you today.”
"Gift? Space gift? Gift from Space? Must be! Space gifts are best gifts! Can’t give a better gift than Space!" Space jumped up excitedly, looking at the box in hand. Something from Space had to be in there! Why else would it be a gift for him?
Thank goodness he found Space when he did, the search was doing nothing to curb the temptation to steal a cupcake. After seeing Cat take some, he was feeling too stubborn to do the same before delivering them.
"I have been looking everywhere for you." Logic approached with a smile and lightly ruffled the boy’s hair when it was in reach.
"Was looking, too! Looking for Space! Everywhere! Didn’t find! Did find stars!" Space pointed happily down below the catwalk, where the lights of groups of nanobots could be seen moving along. With the lack of much other lighting, it was actually somewhat understandable how the simpleton could mistake the white lights against darkness for stars.
Space was not in his room. He was obviously not in the kitchens, either. That immediately crossed off the two most common options. The next place on the list left a rather large area to cover, as it just so happened to be peering off the catwalks in an attempt to find a portal to Space. Indeed, that was exactly what he was doing now.
Morality’s glare remained fixed. How dare he..
But, yes, she was getting the hint, and already starting to back-step towards the portal. No sense in getting injured, Claude didn’t need more reason to mess with her form anyways.
That child though, they will get him eventually.
She signed tensely, 'He is ours. Understand that.'
“‘Kay!” The confusion disappeared swiftly. Anger had told him to do something and was clearly going to arrange with Morality for them to go to Space later, when it wasn’t bedtime! Then they’d all be well rested and able to look at Space for longer!
The boy was the regular bubble of joy as he started walking away, counting just like directed. “One….. two….. um….. um….. THREE…..”
Morality took the rabbit from the child suddenly and gave him a sad look; Anger was ruining their trip to space, that’s so tragic, so unfair.
Hiding her face from the child with the stuffed toy, she deeply glared at his warning. What makes him so important to make such rules? Or determine where the kid should live? It wasn’t his.
"Can go to Space later?" Space asked Morality, confused again. He wanted to go now, he really did, but Anger said no. "Hafta listen to Space Daddy! Space Father said so! Said go home! Should!"
Still, he put up no fight, no attempt to take his hand back. That would be rude. Being rude to Space Buddies would make them not want to be Space Buddies any more.