micerhat: They simply sat, the tips of her fingers tracing over the center of his face-plate as the

micerhat:

They simply sat, the tips of her fingers tracing over the center of his face-plate as the seven foot tall robot nervously clicked his own fingers together over the far too small kitti-kat blanket the children had placed over him and made a muffled sound that reminded her of a laboring laptop fan.

The sounds of children continued settling around them until even the brief rustling of blankets and far from silent giggles between friends evened out into the soft and steady sounds of breathing.  Sharing that space with the nap time music, the faint rumbles of central cooling and the far off sounds of the rest of the Pizza-plex going on with their chaotic and brightly colored fun just outside of the Daycare doors.

All was quiet in this darkened sea of stars.

“…I think they’re all asleep.”  Moon offered cautiously, the white glow of his eyes shifting to look up at her.  “You can let me up -”

She knew he could get back up immediately if he wanted to - in a blink their head, body and joints contorting and realigning in a manner stolen straight from a horror movie - but never in front of the children. 

Mr. Moon wanted peaceful dreamers - not nightmares.

(Though judging by the occasional guest complaints that was always going to be unavoidable)

“Mm.  No.”  She stared back down with a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth, challenging to match that stare despite the brightness making her instinctively squint.  “Remember - the kid’s agreement was that they would nap only if you napped.  You need to keep your word, Moon.”

“…but…”

“It’smy turn to watch you sleep.  Now Shhhh.”