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VY2 Yuuma was currently getting maintenance done in another room, and Kiyoteru thought he ought to go see him. After all, it wasn't a routine check, and instead Yuuma needed some proper work done, so maybe he'd like a little companionship during the often somewhat lengthy process.
It wasn't rare for Vocaloids to keep each other company during maintenance, neither was it rare for multiple Vocaloids to be getting maintenance at the same time, so Kiyoteru didn't have any troubles making his way over.
Producers (apparently the official term was "master," but Kiyoteru didn't really know how he felt about calling other Vocaloids' producers "master") also generally didn't accompany Vocaloids during maintenance, only receiving information afterwards from the worker alone, so it was often a Vocaloid-only bonding thing.
Maybe Yuuma would like the surprise, too.
... Maybe Yuuma wouldn't. Kiyoteru had a routine maintenance check last week, and asked if Yuuma wanted to come along, but Yuuma refused, uncharacteristically blushing and saying it was "a bit much." Whatever that meant.
Well, either way Kiyoteru had already made his way to the maintenance room, and if Yuuma didn't want him there he'd apologize and leave him alone.
Kiyoteru politely lowered his head and waved to the maintenance worker to make his presence known, and then he turned to Yuuma, who was previously wearing his typical plain and uninterested expression. That expression, upon seeing Kiyoteru, then changed to an abashed one.
"Kiyo.. What are you doing here?" Yuuma said.
"I thought that since it would take awhile, you'd like someone to keep you company, is all." Kiyoteru responded.
Yuuma turned his head away to the side, making a creaking noise, and his eyebrows furrowed. "You probably shouldn't be with me, because... I'm exposed, and I... stink of oil." He said, very quietly.
Kiyoteru couldn't help but laugh. "Is that all? It's alright, Yuuma, we're both Vocaloids, it's not a problem for me."
"I just think, that this is a little intimate." Yuuma said softly.
𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦?, Kiyoteru thought. That was odd. The thought of maintenance being ~intimate~ was an opinion shared mostly by newer Vocaloids who often wanted to have a more "human" disposition, and viewed Vocaloids keeping each other company during maintenance as somewhat akin to a human changing clothes in front of another privately. Kiyoteru didn't expect Yuuma, being a Vocaloid whose been around for quite some time, (sometimes considered an "old timer") to share this thought.
Well, Yuuma's comfort still comes first. "I'm sorry, Yuuma. Do you want me to leave, then?"
"... No." Was Yuuma's response. Huh. Well.
Kiyoteru sat himself down on a folding chair, and watched as Yuuma turned his head back forward, making another noise, but kept his eyes down. Obviously all of Yuuma's clothes were gone (not like Vocaloids had genitalia anyways), his shoulder-length pink hair was tied up, and around Yuuma's joints, neck, and back were exposed machinery.
Kiyoteru, of course, kept his mind out of the gutter, but admittedly, it was a nice sight to see Yuuma's product code-- 𝘉𝘗𝘚-𝘝𝘠2-𝘚𝘛𝘋 -- just above his groin area. All Vocaloids had their product code and serial number printed somewhere concealable on their bodies, just in case their manual or other form of documentation was lost. For example, Kiyoteru's was personally just above his butt, and Kaai Yuki's was on her foot.
But back to his maintenance work, Yuuma was having difficulty with smooth movement of his joints, his neck and limbs often squeaking, and sometimes even getting stuck, the maintenance worker had briefly explained.
"Only you and Mizki know," Yuuma added on.
"You don't need to be so ashamed around me, Yuuma. It's not like I'll tell anyone about your troubles." Kiyoteru said in a sweet voice. (There was also the fact that Kiyoteru was feeling a bit special for being the only one other than Yuuma's official partner vocal to know about this.)
"I only feel shy because it's you," Yuuma quietly confessed, as the maintenance worker made progress on his neck. Oh, well, now Kiyoteru was embarrassed. He still wasn't used to matters of the heart, even at his age.
"I don't want you to be," Kiyoteru said.
Yuuma let out a breath, and his expression was changed back to his usual plain one. Kiyoteru took this as a good sign.
"How's Mizki doing?" Kiyoteru asked after a moment. He didn't really know what to talk about but didn't want to sit in silence too long. (Maybe Yuuma liked the silence, actually. Darn.)
"She's alright. I think she's getting her hair done right now." Yuuma said. Despite Mizki being (essentially) the sister of his boyfriend, and being one of the only other Vocaloids the ever shy Yuuma frequently interacted with, with lots of double-dates as a result, Kiyoteru actually knew next to nothing about her. Kiyoteru was never really great with women, anyways.
The maintenance worker moved away from Yuuma and said, "Finished your neck, try moving it around,"
Yuuma did as he was told, and as he turned his neck in each direction, no creaking.
"Alright, great, I just need to do your wrists now," the worker spoke and Yuuma was repositioned.
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In an hour and then some more, Yuuma's maintenance was done, and he was cleaned up nicely. There were ""seams" along certain places to make removing and replacing the 'skin' of a Vocaloid easier, and the maintenance worker spent a generous amount of time making sure Yuuma's skin was top-shelf. Yuuma only had to do a little more test moving around; touching his toes, moving his arms up and down, bending his legs and then straightening them back out, so on and so forth. Then he could get dressed properly.
After he put on his shirt and coat last, he untied his hair, and ran his fingers through it; a sight Kiyoteru thought to be quite pleasant.
Yuuma was let off after being told to pay attention to his movement in the coming days and whatnot in case any issues arose, and after all was said and done, Kiyoteru figured he liked Yuuma quite a bit, even when he was stinking of oil.