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Hello, friends. I am here.

#Text.#Did I miss anything or.

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#Girls.#Body mods.

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Get Ready for Movie Night

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You get a message, and assume it’s Dirk. In fact, it’s AR; oh, Dirk had replied as well, and you were all but grinning that he was going to come for the movie night too. You read AR’s message and remember, yeah, he can’t speak when he’s just sitting there like that. Instead of typing out a response, you simply place him on your face.

“Sorry about that. I guess I forgot about the whole talking thing. Sometimes I just think you’re so much like a real person i forget that you have to use technology or be on someone’s face.

Anyway, stainless plasti-glass sounds pretty nifty! Though I’m not surprised Dirk would make something of that nature.”

A few minutes after you respond, Dirk comes into the room where you’re sitting and almost makes you fall out of the seat in surprise. You weren’t expecting him this soon, you figure he’d do one of his long showers and take forever getting ready like you remember him doing. But it was just a casual occasion, and this wasn’t one of your dates.

“Dirk! Glad you could make it!”

You hadn’t seen him since shortly after the break up, but you refuse to make this awkward as you stand up and go over to him bringing him into a quick hug before gesturing to a seat on the couch as you sit next to him.

“You still feeling sick at all?”

agatechdaimon

It takes him long enough to get his shit together and finally put two and two equals four on his mental board. Once again you’re placed comfortably on his face and you would give another kind of dial tone but you’re processing through the fact that Jake compared you to a real person, even though he’s sitting there talking aloud to a pair of shades.

Well, almost like a real person, but still, it’s something. Especially since English has such a penchant for calling you a robot (the correct terminology is far from robot — robots can’t feel, robots are strictly metal, and you are not strictly metal. Hello, sentient consciousness).

AR: Finally. AR: I could always indulge in some Microsoft Sam audio, at the very least.

Jake greets Dirk soon after and you decide that it’s about time you say hello to your creator after a few weeks of not paying him any mind at all.

So you play a song.

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Foresight has always been one of, if not your greatest, source of pride. However, the very last thing you saw coming was Jake actually initiating physical contact with you, as brief as it was.

You are thankful that you don't have to worry about what to do with your hands as you move to sit, sending a mild "No worries. I am one-hundred percent plague free. It's no short of a miracle." his way. There isn't any real awkwardness being there on Jake's couch, in Jake's house, looking the guy in the face for the first time in months. At least there aren't any because of residual feelings or memories or whatever else; when it came right down to it, after all, he was your bro first and you had made peace with your short-lived foray into the more intimate ages ago.

You situate yourself on the worn cushions in a way that you painstakingly make look at ease, though you can't help the way your eyes lock on to your shades on Jake's face from behind your own extremely out-dated lenses, especially when the music starts and you find yourself fighting off a smirk.

"I'm surprised at you. Luda's flow is mediocre at best. Have I taught you nothing?"

#agatechdaimon #lordasshole

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Get Ready for Movie Night

After speaking with Roxy, you manage to convince her to let you borrow AR for the evening for some good ol’ fashioned movie watching. Hell, it might not even be movies, probably just some Flight of the Conchords episodes you had been putting off to see with someone. As fun as it was to watch things it was much more fun watching them with someone. That was certainly one thing you missed about the time you spent with Dirk, among other things.

AR makes his fair share of sassy comments as you put him over your face and go through the transportalizer. You told Roxy if she wanted to join up with you two later you’d be more than pleased to have her company. She appeared to consider it, however you were unsure if she would actually go through with it. You take AR off of your face and place him gently down on the seat of the couch next to you as you message Dirk and ask him if he’d like to come watch some things too. It was only a matter of time until you got an answer.

After the message is sent, you place the phone on your table and turn to AR.

“You’re sure looking pretty spiffy this evening. Roxy sure does a great job keeping you squeaky clean doesn’t she?”

agatechdaimon

Ah, yes, Jake’s face. Anyone’s dream to have as a place of residence, obviously. Who wouldn’t want to be sat upon a teenager’s landmine of an expressionhold, that’s the real question. If you could you would have scoffed derogatorily and given him a look of pure and unadulterated disdain. However, as it stands, you can only play an off-color tone that sounds suspiciously like a string of censored curse words. Lovely.

Jake isn’t smart enough to realize you can’t exactly talk if he isn’t actually wearing you, so you really just have to settle for tossing lines at his phone until he picks the little shit back up. You are fully aware that he can be oblivious, but come on.

AR: Cleaning is so last season. AR: You ever heard of stainless steel? Try stainless plasti-glass. AR: Cha-ching.

And now to wait until he picks his phone up. Let the countdown begin.

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You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror for exactly ten seconds, dressed in the old grey pull over and jeans you woke up in, with your hair still in a considerable tangle, before you decide that, fuck it, it's only going to be Jake, Roxy and your glasses there to see you, anyway, so what is the point. You opt out of the long shower and nicer duds, but you do take a minute to comb and slick back your hair. After a quick run to the furthest corner of your closet where you keep your backup shades, you're golden and ready to go.

One trip through the transportalizer later and you're standing in your best bro's home. You take your time walking over, hands deep in your pockets.

"Evening, ladies."

#agatechdaimon #lordasshole

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Leila by Gabrielle Duplantier

#Photography.#Black and white.

lordasshole replied to your post: I don’t know what kind of fresh hell-virus I...

Im sorry to hear about your ailment strider. However! If you were feeling up to it ar and i are watching some movies here at my place. You are most welcome to come and hang out with a couple of chums if you so choose!

The little shit sure seems to find ways to get around, doesn't he? Regardless, yeah bro, I don't see why not. It's been a while since we've got an eyeful of each other, anyway.

Was there any time in particular that you wanted me to head over, or what?

#lordasshole #Replies.

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the ocean eats us whole.

#Text.#Not mine.

I don't know what kind of fresh hell-virus I caught, but damn.

Lord and assorted deities willing, I'm back for real, now.

Apologies.

#Text.#Sup with everyone?

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A DESIRE FOR MAN she yelled melodic sang with those wrong blocks which empty thunder revolting ravenous war gentle glorious light flying over us, god finally touches places of trouble

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(made with “haikubes” I got for Christmas)

#Poetry.#Art.

Sorry for my absence, to anyone who noticed.

I'm a pretty busy guy.

#Text.#My work is never done.#But I reckon I've got some time to dick around now.

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I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you’re alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

-Neil Gaiman (via london-below)

#Quotes.#Neil Gaiman.