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Sing a Little Song
”Heh.” He was fairly certain that that had been a joke, and he nodded in understanding, rubbing idly at the back of his neck. “I believe I can understand that. I may have inadvertently started an argument upon arriving in Freeside solely because I lacked the energy to filter myself.” It wasn’t, after all, that he couldn’t simplify his speech; simply that it was exhausting to constantly censor himself when most conversations were already stressful enough. “I am fortunate the person in question did not see fit to initiate a fistfight. That happens occasionally.” Most recently at a saloon in a small settlement to the south - although perhaps he should not have attempted to explain to a professed Mormon the various logical flaws in the Bible’s code of ethics. In retrospect, that may not have been smart of him.
”You need not apologize.” Cyrus shrugged, offering what he hoped was a reassuring hint of a smile. “You did nothing wrong. I am…unaccustomed to being touched. It is something I am working on.” That little smile turned a bit wry. “Perhaps a warning next time.” He would never get used to it if he didn’t attempt to acclimate himself through exposure - it seemed prudent to start small, a few steps at a time. “I do not think it will take me longer than thirty minutes to finish my work here. Perhaps…I could find you afterward? I admit, I would likely end up standing awkwardly in a corner otherwise. I am not at my best in new environments.”
"Ooh, I’m glad it didn’t come to blows. Not that I think you’d get violent, but sometimes the people here can be…prone to resorting to violence. But yes, that’s part of why I’m stuck in the back - I don’t exactly have the best bedside manner. Not that I mind it, someone has to do research, after all." Arcade shared a slightly chagrined smile with Cyrus over their mutual social glitches, though that faded fairly quickly.
"No, I do need to apologize - I should have noticed. But I do promise, I won’t touch you without your permission again," he replied solemnly, hands in his pockets again. "It’s admirable that you’re working on it, but I want you to be comfortable here among the Followers and around me." He hesitated, then, wondering if perhaps it was too presumptuous of him, but then mentally shrugged - In for a penny, in for a pound, as they used to say.
"It’s not really my place to say anything, but…Doctor Usinagi at the New Vegas Clinic is trained in helping with that sort of thing. You might consider going to see her," he added, and shrugged. "No pressure, though. And yeah, if you still want to converse after my fumbling attempts at friendly conversation, you can find me just back there, behind and to the west of the mess tent. I have some Broc flower ovum to dissect, I think," he chuckled, only a little strained.
Holly Lisle, Talyn
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[7:37:12 PM] Harlan: my heart
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"Aww." He rises from the bed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Are you sure you don’t want to stick around, master?" Manny bats his eyes. "You could order me to give you a nice massage.. cook you dinner.. Anything you want…"
Arcade all but flees, flushing so hard his ears look sunburnt, pounding up the stairs to bang on Daisy's door, resolutely staring at the peeling paint and nowhere else.
"I’m only doing this because I abhor the idea of anyone owning you."
Manny touched the collar around his neck and then grinned. “Well, you know there is a lot of stuff we can do with this.” He shrugs. “If you were up for it. Master/pet thing or whatever.”
"I...have no idea what to say to that, honestly. I know, mister quips, rendered speechless. Isn't that something."
"Oh golly lookatthetimeDaisyshouldbehomeBYE"
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Arcade obviously hasn’t had his coffee yet. Cue Cyrus making an off-handed comment about his navigational software needing to be recalibrated, and just smiling serenely when Arcade laughs at the ‘joke’.
"Haha yeah..." He mumbles, a pinched look around his eyes, squinting without his glasses. "I can fix it. Just let me get a functional laser cutter and then dig into the cerebellum..." Arcade begins wandering out of his tent, wearing boxers and a tee-shirt along with his labcoat.
bitteridealist replied to your post:Headcanon: When Cyrus finds broken and offline androids, he attempts to fix them, or at the /least/ tries to get them to come back online.
Oath buddies hi5
16 + arcade gannon or light yagami ouo
in a delayed celebration of father’s day have arcade waking up in the middle of the night to the tune of unresolved daddy issues 8’|
I’ve been considering headcanoning that Arcade is useless for about an hour after he wakes up and prefers for there to be a judicious application of coffee during that hour. He strikes me as the kind of man that probably stays up way too late when he gets involved in anything (a project, an experiment, a book) and likely has a horrible sleeping schedule because of that and, y’know, the whole Freeside doctor thing. Emergencies happen at all hours, after all.
Thoughts?
Yeah this is my canon now.
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And what happens if someone bumps into him during that special hour?
Non-sequiturs and confusing lack of grammar will likely abound! Fun. If his routine is interrupted he'll be even more disoriented.
I've been considering headcanoning that Arcade is useless for about an hour after he wakes up and prefers for there to be a judicious application of coffee during that hour. He strikes me as the kind of man that probably stays up way too late when he gets involved in anything (a project, an experiment, a book) and likely has a horrible sleeping schedule because of that and, y'know, the whole Freeside doctor thing. Emergencies happen at all hours, after all.
Thoughts?
"Who gave all of you people babies oh my god."
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