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[Ratchet hasn't really been around as much as he knows he should, but when Cambot enters the room, the little Lombax could be found sitting at the edge of his bed, legs curled up to his chest and staring at the wall. Even with the sound of the door opening, he doesn't move much other than a flick of a large ear, giving a soft sigh.
Sure, he should be getting out more. Just because he was stuck here without Clank didn't mean that he had to push himself away from others. It... just seemed to be the case.
He turns toward the floating device, trying to give a small smile and pat Cambot on the head, then turns back to what he was doing. Cambot whirrs and nudges closer, but the Lombax nudges away, in turn.
In an odd, completely backwards sense, he kind of didn't want to have to look at the robot. It reminded him too much of his lost friend, at times.]
Sure, he should be getting out more. Just because he was stuck here without Clank didn't mean that he had to push himself away from others. It... just seemed to be the case.
He turns toward the floating device, trying to give a small smile and pat Cambot on the head, then turns back to what he was doing. Cambot whirrs and nudges closer, but the Lombax nudges away, in turn.
In an odd, completely backwards sense, he kind of didn't want to have to look at the robot. It reminded him too much of his lost friend, at times.]
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