{"sf1_id":1992294,"sf2_id":"YnLWqpmL","title":"The Bashful Bee","author":"TheCrafters001","words":774,"posted_at":"2023-05-27T19:50:00.000Z","tags":["Armored Wings","Bee","Bug","Male","Multicolored body","Robot","Synth","Sythe","blue eyes","bronze","moth"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1992294-the-bashful-bee","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLWqpmL","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b9/c8/b9c86dc0-0d20-43c0-9943-cd29c2f6fe36","description":"The Bashful Bee.A simple story.Not the best, but I am happy with the result.\n\nSynths are by vader-san\n\nPosted using PostyBirb","content":"# The Bashful Bee\n\n## By TheCrafters001\n  \n  \n\nFeaturing:\n  \n\nBronze the Synth\n  \n\nSythe the Synth\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I'm shaking, mostly out of nervousness... The worst thing about being in public is that I hate people bumping into me, only for them to run away because of my size and appearance. I walk with my head down, I try to avoid eye contact with anyone if possible. Of course, it doesn't always work, but I at least am trying to be friendly if I do run into someone.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I am heading over to my friend's house... Sythe isn't always home, because he does have a hunting job... But it seems like he is one of the few people that understands me... I don't know if it is because he is a Synth, like me, or if it is because he actually wants to get to know me better, but he is one of the few that actually talks to me.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I look up to see a street sign. Cyber Street. This is where Sythe lives, so I take a right turn. Cyber Street consist mostly of Synths, Protogens, or any other robotic species. It is very rare for an organic species to live here. I honestly feel comfortable around here, and I don't know why... I guess it has something to do with all the robotic species around, like they are my kind of people... But I still keep my head down as I head down to his house.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;After a few moments of walking in silence, I reach his house. It's small... a single story house, with a living room, kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. I slowly walk up to his home, my breathing calms a bit as I approach. As I reach his door, I take one final deep breath, and gently knock on the door.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I hear shuffling behind the door, and shortly after, the door opens. I look down to see Sythe, he is shorter than me, but I know that he really doesn't mind.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Hey, Bronze! It is good to see you!\" Sythe says.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"H-Hey...\" I say, trying to sound friendly.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I can tell by Sythe's body language that he is in a good mood. He gestures for me to come in, and I do. I have to duck under his door frame, though, because his house was not built to compensate my height. Once I am in his house, I shut the door behind me and sigh a breath of relief. Sythe looks up at me, and pats my back.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"How was the walk?\" He asks. He knows that I have a hard time talking around in public.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I-It was... alright...\" I mumble. \"I... I didn't b-bump into an-anyone... this time.\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"That's good!\" Sythe says, trying to cheer me up. I look around his house. He has always had a keen eye for detail, with shelves that have little knickknacks perfectly placed, and he always keeps his place nice and clean, to the point where it would be a task on its own to find even a spec of dust. He has little mini figures on a shelf there, a few games on another there.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"So, what was it that you wanted to meet up for?\" He asks.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"I... Well...\" I stumble over my words, but Sythe waits patiently. \"I-I... I just... wanted to h-hangout...\" I say meekly. \"W-we never really h-hangout... s-so... I thought it wo-would be nice...\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Yeah, I guess we never really hangout much, because of my job...\" Sythe says. \"But I would be more than happy to hangout with you!\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;My posture changes a bit as he says this, I am quite happy to hear those words. \"O-oh!\" I say, a little excited. \"T-thank you! I-I nev-never thought y-you would actually say yes.\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Well, you are my friend, Bronze, it doesn't hurt to have friends over every now and then.\" He says, putting his hand on one my lower arms.\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I smile a bit, we walk into his living room, and we sit down on his couch. \"So...\" Sythe starts, \"What do you want to do first? Play some video games?\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"T-that sounds nice...\" I say, my wings flutter a bit at the idea. \"W-which game?\"\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"Any game on that shelf there.\" He points to a shelf full of multiplayer games. I see lots of games I have never tried before...\n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\"W-what about that one?\" I ask. I see Sythe smile, and he gets up to get the game. \"A great choice!\" He says, and he takes the game out of the case, and puts into a console, and grabs a couple of controllers and hands one to me.\n  \n  \n\n"}