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"Jacob Lash."
A robotic voice calls out through the clearing of scrap metal piles stacked carefully around the area.
"What the bloody hell are you doin', tresspassin' on Miss Shelly's property?" Bebop accused, less a question and more of a threat.
Lash refuses to turn and face the robot. He's tense as a wire about to snap as he comes up with an excuse.
Slowly, Lash turns around. "The Lash goes where he pleases. And today, he has blessed you and Miss Shelly with his presence in your scrap yard." He gloats, although truly, he thought the place was abandoned. He had gone on a long run earlier in the day to keep up his cardio, and ended up coming into the scrapyard through the tail end, which just so happened to be a very broken down fence, and a path between piles of metal.
And, of course, The Lash just couldn't get over his curiosity, and had to investigate.
"You will do nothin' of the sort, Lash. You will get out of here the same godsdamned way you came, and you will not meet, talk to, or in any way interact Miss Shelly, let alone," Bebop brings his hand up to make air quotes, "'grace 'er with your Lashness'."
"You didn't even give The Lash a chance to meet Miss Shelly, Bebop. She would love me."
"Absolutely not. Ye'r tresspassin'. Now, get out."
Lash opens his mouth to speak again, but is promptly cut off as Bebop extends his arm to grip Lash's body and pull him along towards the exit. "Bebop—"
"Enough." Bebop growls, depositing Lash at the entrance gate to the scrapyard. "Out, now."
Lash fumbles for a split second. Now he really wants to meet Miss Shelly, or even stay in the Scrapyard, just to get on Bebop's nerves. "Bebop, The Lash knows you've got the hots for him, you don't have to toss him around to convince him of that. Now, baby, lemme in."
Steam plumes from the vents over Bebop's body. The golem freezes up for enough time that Lash considers making his escape. Before the man can begin to move, though, Bebop grabs him by the wife beater and shoves him onto the ground, back in the premises of the scrapyard.
"How the hell did ye find that out, now, Lash?" Bebop grumbles, stalking towards Lash, heavy footsteps on the ground causing plumes of dust to escape the dirt.
"Everyone loves The Lash, Bebop. Not shocking you're no exception, you get to fight against me."
"And win. I get to fight against ye, and win."
Lash scoffs. "It was one time. The Lash went easy. You haven't won, since."
Bebop goes silent again, but for a shorter period of time. "Then beat me here. On my turf. Ye were tresspassin', ye gotta beat me. If you win, ye get to stay, mess around, whatever. If ye lose, I get to personally kick ye out, and ye don't come back. Got it?"
"Fine. Right here, baby?"
More smoke plumes from Bebop's vents. "Yeah. Right here. Come at me."
Lash quickly hops up from laying on his back, to being on his feet. He makes his way towards Bebop with quick, light steps, aiming for the chest and punching hard enough to leave a fair dent. Bebop doesn't move out of the way in time to avoid it, but the heat of his chest from all the steam escaping burns.
Lash tries to pull away, barely flinching at the heat, but this time, Bebop is faster. Bebop grabs Lash by the wrist and drags him forward, swooping his sea mine arm downward in preparation for an uppercut. Lash hops onto the mine before it can get too high, and uses the momentum to throw himself up and back, landing steadily on both feet, thanks to the grip Bebop still has on his wrist.
"Nice party trick." Bebop taunts.
"You could improve yours." Lash teases back.
Lash grips Bebop's arm in his own, and pulls the bot forward, having better ability to with the unstable ground. Bebop swings his sea mine arm, letting go of Lash momentarily to cause Lash to lose his balance. Lash only barely manages to dodge the attack sideways, but not without a hard hit to the upper part of his skull.
Lash stumbles for a moment, dazed. Bebop takes advantage and pulls his arm back to swing again — a final blow. But Lash recovers, side-stepping the swing, then running up to Bebop. Lash tackles the robot down, using Bebop's weight displacement from his bigger arm forward to his advantage. When Bebop is down, Lash's thighs wrap around Bebop's waist, pinning both arms to Bebop's sides.
Steam flows heavily from Bebop's vents as Lash sighs and sits down properly.
"So, Bebop, you yield to The Lash?"
It takes Bebop a long moment to respond, a little bit of squirming and finally a digital sigh, before Bebop grumbles, "fine. Ye win."
Lash hums at that. "Damn right. That's what The Lash does — he wins." He gloats, moving to get up, but Bebop's normal hand grabs the thigh of Lash's pants before he can rise.
"Wait." Bebop says, before stumbling over his next words, "ye can stay here, on one condition."
"I already beat you Bebop… But The Lash will grant you his attention this one time."
Steam flows from Bebop's vents as Bebop mutters, "give me a kiss."
Lash pauses, then smirks. "Bebop, Bebop, Bebop. You know how many people fall over themselves to get a taste of The Lash, and you think you'll be able to get a kiss out of him just from a request alone?"
Bebop squirms, but doesn't respond. Lash chuckles, leaning down and pecking Bebop on his faceplate.
"The Lash is feeling generous." Lash chuckles, as steam surrounds his face. He's starting to understand what the steam means — Bebop is so very flustered.
"Bebop?" Calls a voice, from beside the two men.
Bebop jumps up, pushing Lash off of him, steam violently spilling out from his vents.
"Miss Shelly, it's not what you think!" Bebop starts to explain.
Lash chuckles. "Actually, Bebop, The Lash is done with his time in the scrapyard now." He teases, starting to step towards the exit gate.
"I— What— You—" Bebop stammers, head snapping between Lash and Miss Shelly, as Lash leaves. "You can't just—"
"Oh, but I can. Good luck, honeybee!" Lash taunts, now jogging out of the scrapyard, just in time to hear Bebop starting to explain to his mother what happened, badly.