Sharp and Jagged (Ralph X Reader)

Slurring in Motorboat (Chapter 2)

As he dragged you inside, you didn't seem to say anything.  But he did.
"You must excuse Ralph. Ralph still finds it hard to control himself. Ralph has seen some hard times. —He's just so scared the humans will get him again." He twitched.
"You're not going to be hurt by me, Ralph." You reassured him.
He turned his head and looked directly into your eyes. He flashed a weak smile. He then once again turned his head to the floor. "You can make yourself at home here. Ralph won't hurt you." He frowned. Frowned? STOP CONFUSING THEM RALPH—
"I appreciate your hospitality." You grabbed his hand, and gently held it, between both of your own hands. hopefully to calm him a bit. What that caused was merely a violent twitching fit. You quickly took your hands away.
"I did not mean to intimidate you.." you explained.
"Then why did you—..." he backed up.
"It usually comforted my big brother when he was scared." You said nervously, now feeling stupid.
"I shouldn't have done it.." you took your hands and tucked them into your pockets.
"Ralph disagrees, he actually—" his voice trailed off. You did not ask him about it obviously.
"Ralph is going to go into the other room. He would like to watch over you. But he has things to do." He blinked, and nyOOMED into the other room, breaking into a speed-walk.
You were stuck staring at where he was before he moved. You went to examine the house, because you had nothing to do. You were actually in need of a blanket and maybe even a new pair of clothes. You headed upstairs. The floor creaked below your feet. It paved your every move.
(I will add 2 different outcomes for if you are a girl or a boy in this situation because I love being gender neutral uwu)
[Female>] You looked at your clothes.
A ragged (and wet) pair of high rise light colored skinny jeans. A pair of (yeezys no jk) brown/black/white/gray [Favorite brand/type of boots]  and topped off with a sweater and an oversized jacket. Your H/C hair was straight and wet.

[Male>] You looked at your clothes. A ragged (and wet) pair of bootcut Light/Dark jeans, a pair of brown/black/gray/white [Favorite brand/type of boots], topped off with a sweater and an oversized jacket. Your H/C hair was straight and wet.

You went into a room where there was a lot of turned over, miss matched and
damaged furniture. It showed obvious signs of a struggle. You did not question it though. Ralph was basically a mechanical psychopath. It could have been a result of one of his outbreaks. You saw a pair of clothes in a closet. You immediately went to change.
You didn't care what it looked like. You did not need wet clothes. The last thing you wanted was to be sick AND lost.
You looked at yourself.
[Female>] You had a denim shirt. It had a whacky collar that was stretched a bit and was cut into a 'V' shape. That obviously meant a bit of cleavage was revealed. But you did not care. Ralph wouldn't care either. — Would he?- You had a jacket on as well. A pair of slightly looser jeans, obviously made for a male. You kept your shoes the way they were. You did not think that would give away who you were.

[Male>] You had a denim shirt. It had a whacky collar that was stretched a bit and was cut into a 'V' shape. That obviously meant the area around your collar bones were revealed. You had a jacket on as well. A pair of slightly looser jeans, You kept your shoes the way they were. You didn't think that would give away who you were.

(Female script ahead. This is only for the females because males would not need to cut their hair. If you have long hair as a male, you can still read this part. I'm just not gonna paste the same thing twice. Vice Versa if you are a female with a pixie cut.)

[Female>]You touched your hair, and headed to the bathroom. You picked up the scissors at the sink, and started to cut away at your hair. It was long anyway and had split ends. You needed a haircut.
You stopped after your hair had reached just 4 inches past your shoulders.
"I have got it going ON TODAY." You looked in the mirror and blew a kiss at yourself. Ralph heard that and quietly snickered under his 'breathe'.
[Continuing Neutral Gender]
You headed back downstairs. You never found a pillow or blanket. You did not technically need it. You just sat in a chair and lied your head down on the table in front of you. You couldn't sleep. Ralph was making too much noise. A loud scraping sound. As if he was engraving something. Out of curiosity, you headed to the other room. Wall to wall, were carvings of popular deviant slogans. But it was absolute chicken scratch. You could still read it though. "I AM ALIVE", "WE ARE PEOPLE", "ONE WORLD, TWO RACES", and the most common one. "RA9"
Ralph was in the middle of carving "RA9" when you spoke up.
"RA9.. What's that?" You asked.
"... ... ... ..Wha?" He turned his head and looked down at you. "Those symbols.. Why are you writing that?" You looked back up at him.
"..I don't know." He slightly twitched his neck.
"No, I.. I don't know." He stared into your eyes. But it's almost funny how he almost immediately continued doing it.
You didn't question it. But as soon as you left the room, the scratching stopped. You didn't turn around, you wanted to sleep. So you sat back down at the table. And lied your head down. You drifted off to sleep. But you were anxious and depressed. You had a nightmare. But the fear eased at the end. About 30 minutes later, you woke up, in front of a burning fireplace, with a blanket wrapped around you, and Ralph's arms wrapped around you. He was surprisingly purring. You did not question it. You did however question the fact he could purr. It was adorable, and sweet that he knew you were having a nightmare. That was why the fear decreased a bit before you woke up. "Are you.. Purring?" You tried not to laugh.
"No! Ralph is-" he tried to rephrase it. "Slurring in motorboat?" His black eye twitched.
"Understandable." You snickered.
"Y/N needs to sleep." He said sternly. This hugging deal to you seemed like merely a friendly type of hug. Not a romantic one. He seemed to just want to comfort you. So as he said, you fell asleep again.
Ralph as well, closed his eyes. Supposedly going into Low Self Awareness mode, or just an android's version of sleep.