There was that singsong tone that the Ultimate Robot had been learning to dread. He knew who it belonged to and what it would mean for him.
"Ouma..." Kiibo lets out a distraught sigh, already fearing the worst. Nothing good ever happened when the Ultimate Supreme Leader was around. Especially when it came to him. "Why have you come to me today?" Although he asks, he had some inkling as to why. More questions, more pestering about him being a robot.
The shorter male just smiled so innocently to him. It really did look as if had no ill intentions. It was hard to believe that he was some dictator (as he claimed to be).
"I thought of a question for you!" Ouma keeps that innocent look, now with purple hues gleaming with curiosity, all aiming at Kiibo. "I'm really, really curious and I just have to know, so-"
"I am not answering that question," Kiibo interrupts. He had a feeling it would be that same question he had spewed at him since their first meeting.
"Huh?" There's now a