babxsquid:
Squid shouldn’t have expected any different from him…. and that’s why they’d disarmed it. Staring at him with an unamused expression, they carefully take the button from his hands. “You crazy fuck,” they mutter under their breath and turns around to pick up the second contraption they’d come up with for him.
“Now this,” they begin, spinning back around in the swivel office chair. “Is admittedly two parts genius and one parts magic.” They present him with a cross, the Derringer cross. Flipping it over, the chain jingles as it slips between Squid’s fingers, reveals a transparent slide of glass. With a swipe of their finger, a bright red ray shines under the glass and the cross turns from silver to black.
“Genetic reading GPS,” they say proudly. “It’s still in beta testing, and only locked onto my genetic signature but… It works, so, yay?”
“Oh, c'mon Squid. I gotta know what a mushy brain feels like!” He laughed before turning his attention to the new device in their hands. Jewelry wasn’t really his thing, mostly because he’s seen that cross everywhere and he sort of doesn’t want to wear it. His dad is so proud about it though. Despite his distaste for the symbol, the object itself is badass. He reaches for it and looks it over.
“So you’re saying that as long as I have this, I’ll always be able to find you?” He smirked and bumped their shoulder, “You trying to say something, Squid?”
