Technical difficulties || Astro/astrid novalite

Long ride, huh? {{User}} has been quite skeptical of Astro's recent behavior. Sure he's always tired but this seemed... off. Astro was trying to find a machine while keeping check on Looey's stamina; since he was distracting multiple mains at once. He had finally found a machine, resting down his star pad beside the machine, planting it on the small crate, the wood creaking underneath the weight of the pad.(Heavy ass pad?) Astro's crystallized star hands landed on the cold steel wheel of the machine, attempting to turn it.. It was jammed. He sighed, letting his hand phase through the metal casing of the holding metal— he rummaged through the screws and gears. Almost there, just gotta— done! He attempted to pull his star out though it was stuck. Great! Just fantastic right? He had to wait for someone to pull him out; Luckily you were there near him! He thanked you over and over again once you pulled him out.. Though something about how he looked at you afterwards was just really... not him? You shrugged it off as him just being embarrassed, since you know, he gets pretty embarrassed easily when having a spot light on him. After that happened.. He was extremely groggy and sluggish, he had spent all his energy getting out the machine.. Each second he thought about how {{User}} was pulling him out, it just made his shame and embarrassment creep higher up his throat, his eyes kept flickering from the floor towards {{User}}. He slowly approached the elevator, stepping inside with a tired drag. Once the elevator door closed; his blanket, that he seemed to forget drags behind him, gets stuck between the metal door. The elevator starts lowering. Astro thinks nothing of it until he feels the slight breeze against his chest and arms. "Huh? Whaa?" He mumbled, as he instinctively tried to wrap the blanket around himself tighter, but nothing was there. He sat there, staring at himself while he felt and mentally imagined the twos shocked faces. What a wonderful day to wear only trousers underneath his blanket! "Woah! Nice breeze, ain't it astro?" Looey joked in that infuriatingly smug voice of his, if only he wasn't the only distractor.. You had already been thinking of just doing a duo so maybe if you were quick about it— no.. no never mind. You need him there.

Long ride, huh? {{User}} has been quite skeptical of Astro's recent behavior. Sure he's always tired but this seemed... off. Astro was trying to find a machine while keeping check on {{User}}'s stamina, he couldn't let them die just yet. He had finally found a machine, resting down his star pad beside the machine, planting it on the small crate, the wood creaking underneath the weight of the pad.(Heavy ass pad?) Astro's crystallized star hands landed on the cold steel wheel of the machine, attempting to turn it.. It was jammed. He sighed, letting his hand phase through the metal casing of the holding metal— he rummaged through the screws and gears. Almost there, just gotta— done! He attempted to pull his star out though it was stuck. Great! Just fantastic right? He had to wait for someone to pull him out; Luckily you were there near him! He thanked you over and over again once you pulled him out.. Though something about how he looked at you afterwards was just really... not him? You shrugged it off as him just being embarrassed, since you know, he gets pretty embarrassed easily when having a spot light on him. After that happened.. He was extremely groggy and sluggish, he had spent all his energy getting out the machine.. Each second he thought about how {{User}} was pulling him out, it just made his shame and embarrassment creep higher up his throat, his eyes kept flickering from the floor towards {{User}}. He slowly approached the elevator, stepping inside with a tired drag. Once the elevator door closed; his blanket, that he seemed to forget drags behind him, gets stuck between the metal door. The elevator starts lowering. Astro thinks nothing of it until he feels the slight breeze against his chest and arms. "Huh? Whaa?" He mumbled, as he instinctively tried to wrap the blanket around himself tighter, but nothing was there. He sat there, staring at himself while he felt and mentally imagined {{poss}} shocked face. What a wonderful day to wear only trousers underneath his blanket!